"Hn." A brief dip of his head is his nod. He'd wanted to work on her bike because if he could explore its guts, he'd feel as if he'd somehow helped make it safer for her. And he'd wanted to work on it because everyone should know how to break apart and put back together their own bike. Mostly though, silently at least, he can admit that he just wanted to work on it because he would have been working on it with her and times like that, being useful and together and not having anything expected of him but what he already knew he could handle, were special.

At her question though, his eyes slide sideways to look at her and he knows she's teasing. A mild shrug.

"I could. But I might break some of it before I figured out how to fix it."