[He nodded his head to the idea of engineer, finding that kind of ingenuity to be point in the right direction. He could appreciate someone that would take the time with his daughter, even if in his mind that she would figure it out. She was a prodigy, and she had figured out Hextech all on her own.]

Has he shown you some of his inventions and endeavors as well?

[The last thing that he wanted was for her to get hurt again; Ekko wasn't that long ago after all. That this boy was a rebound as far as he was concerned didn't bother him.

He took a long drag from his cigar the skill that he had dreaded hearing. Telepathy. His eyes narrowed for a moment, and he reached out to tap some ash into an ashtray nearby. Smoke trailed from his nostrils and mouth as he spoke.]

I consider that a rather important skill for him to have. Does he ask your permission before listening to your thoughts?