[ The assumption of organized sports being beyond Claude's current knowledge of the world - not just his, but what he's learned from others, too - is a valid one. Especially because when Wilhelm explains the sailing isn't for a profession, that it's meant for fun, that stops Claude in his rambling enough to blink a couple times. Purely out of curiosity, though he's quick to give his own clarification that it's nothing more than that. ]

Well. Maybe you're not the type of sailor I'm familiar with but I'd say you still count as one, wouldn't you?

[ That not quite a question, not quite a comment's offered with a smile since really, he does mean it. Partially because he's having trouble imagining someone rowing for fun given the ships - or even small boats that'd be more likely to require it - he's familiar with, but. It's far from the biggest difference he's heard between what he knows from home and what someone else's is like. ]

Oh, and we don't have to stay out here. C'mon in, there's more to this place than just this room alone. [ With one shrug of his arm the wyvern takes flight like she's going to lead the way or perhaps just go off for a flight around the Horizon as a whole in search of someone else she knows. Claude follows that up with an additional c'mon wave of his hand before turning to lead the way into the domain. ] And I'd like to hear more about where you're from. Assuming you don't mind sharing, that is, and if so you're welcome to tell me to mind my own business then or at any time, really.