Considering the little Noctis knows about Barnabas, he can take a guess that 'I do not hate it' is more or less a positive response. "Well, if you ever get the urge to fish here, I can tell you it's well worth your time. There are fish from every world we've ever had anyone come here from, so there's always something new to catch."

Barnabas' silence is a little unnerving, but Noctis catches the moment when a sudden flicker of interest passes over his face. He's not about to pry, but he'll keep it in mind.

Then Noctis runs out of things to say, and more silence fills the empty space between them. He shifts to perch on the arm of the chair, arms folded and sitting in an entirely too masculine fashion for the short skirt he's wearing, as he gazes out the window at the waves. Ordinarily, their rocking and constant sussurus would threaten to lull him to sleep, but in Rosie's body he has so much more energy than he's ever had in his life. For the first time in a long time, he isn't tired at all.