Shadewood Light my fire

Novak listened intently to every word she had to say, he truly was interested in the girl before him, and he didn't want to screw up their conversation. He had no idea her and Spring were related, it was strange to think, but now that he looked at Natasha their similarities seemed to mash together. 

His ears lifted at the mention of sparring, and he tilted his head with a small grin. "I too enjoy a good spar time to time." For a moment he almost regretted mentioning it, fighting was something that always brought back memories of his regretful past, but it would never cease to be a hobby of his. Not only that, but he feared if the two were to spar he would accidentally hurt her, not that she was weak, but he had no sense of what was too harsh. 

"Anything else?" Novak questioned, his bright Caribbean gaze not shifting from her. He was always awkward around...well...everyone, but he felt more comfortable around Natashe. Something he was behind greatful for.