Now he's getting it. What could almost be a flicker of amusement crosses his face, and this time he nods. Can he do more than fly? Black Bolt can hardly recall ever having met someone that could only fly.

But he'll probably have an easier time satisfying his own curiosity on the ground rather than pantomiming in midair, so he indicates downward with a nod and then begins to descend himself, trusting he'll be followed. He aims for a small clearing below, just outside the fencing.