[HIs hand on Balthier's leg is, in David's mind, a bit more racy than Balthier's hand on his own. Why would that be? He didn't know. But he liked the warmth that he could feel in his fingers.]

You're clearly not cut of the same cloth. And I had to investigate those fireworks. I had to know. I still find myself wondering. But my opinion of you is measured by what I have seen of you until now. Though I suppose, with invitation, I could make it of what you know of yourself. But that seems... far too forward.

[But he smiles at the suggestion and nods.]

Yes, pilots basically control the way the ship sails. It takes a lot of work to plot routes and hte like. But the joke of his apprenticeship is very much in how it's worded, Balthier. Remember the line. His twenty-first birthday.