He lets the motherfucker blow whatever how air he's wanting. Seems to suit the younger Vantas best as for how he got about the wicked shit. It's almost funny when all the brother really gets on going. He can sit by and just listen without a word, like he might have in the very very early days of knowing Kankri, only with more amusement for the bite, fight, and ire.

He can't say he'd been much all aware of flight being a thing up in the game so rarely spoken of. It's surprising, but only a little. Seems as them motherfuckers got on about doing a whole lot of shit miraculous. He doesn't pretend to know how it all works, but he wonders if his other didn't get a chance to fly too.

When Karkat finishes off, he finds himself pausing for a bit. He stares it all down, wondering the same of what Karkat's asked aloud.

"WASN'T MADE ON FOR FLIGHT. Was made all for land most and a little bit of sea," He muses. "AIN'T GOT A DAMN CLUE FOR IT'S MAKING TO BE." He shrugs and turns a lopsided grin on the Vantas. "But we ain't going at to find out nothing none standing here now are we?"

He laughs, and while careful not to walk backwards this time, he angles himself just enough to see if the motherfucker's going to follow him in.