It's a lot of words he doesn't understand, and he ignores the slight sting of annoyance as the other goes on. It's not his fault--the Darkling is used to a world where things simply make sense by virtue of being around for so long. The other may as well be speaking gibberish, though he's sure it's relevant in his world.

A perfect example: he asks what Grisha is. The Darkling's lips quirk upwards into a half-smile, though it's hard to tell what he's amused at, exactly. When his tone speaks, he sounds genial enough.

"One who can channel matter into something else. Though I've not seen fire and lightning and ice done by just onw person." It's fascinating.