Alex sighed, turning to Rhiannon. 'To my species, I'm incredibly young. I'm the youngest of my family, but around humans, I'm virtually ancient.' He then turned to Flint. 'Yeah, that was me. I like to fall out of windows.' He chuckled. 'Luckily for me, I can sprout wings, so it's a pretty safe pastime.' He shrugged. 'It's just something I do. I enjoy flying, but falling is much more of a rush.'