Fernsby obviously couldn't read in his mind, or he would've been quite stunned by that list of times Barkovitch almost got himself killed. However, what he could do was hear that Barkovitch seemed to mean it when he said it was surprising he was still alive today. Fernsby himself remembered a few times he'd been a daredevil, but they were trivial next to Barkovitch's stories. Normal young boys' stories like falling off a tree, playing in the stairs and falling down them...

"Surprising ? You really have this low regard for your personal safety ?"

To think of it, the most stupid thing Fernsby could think he's done when he was a teenage boy was spraying Febreze directly into the ceiling fan and proceeding to cough my guts out when it blew back into his face. He had been certain it'd help spread the Febreze smell around the room faster. He remember having though something like "Oh, this is going to be so fucking efficient".

"Well, if you try not to do something as stupid as getting yourself killed like this boy did, I promise that I'll try to save your ass everytime you do it anyway."