It's said that people can become so touch starved they can die from it, that if they are deprived of contact or affection long enough, they will accept anything that comes their way in a similar form, even direct abuse. It's hard to deny when all of your mind is screaming for what seemed to be just offered, even if it was a screwy family with the worlds weirdest family tree, and your new biological dad is currently a bat.

He nods a bit in response. "Yes, it works a lot like 'dad'." He said in agreement, so that Jonathan could know what, approximately, he was calling him. Not that he would have picked a rude term, but rather he wanted to prove his worth to be trusted, even if it was just in small ways.

"If you want... I could teach you some." He offered, since it very much seemed like Italian thrilled Jonathan.

He did glance to Jolyne, noting how guarded she seemed but he couldn't really do much for it at the moment. If she didn't trust if hew as being genuine, he would just have to wait it out, or wait until something came along that he could prove his trust with. Sure, he could tell them both his childhood, it might put his willingness to hold onto this so fast into perspective, but he wasn't about to just share that. Not yet.