Personal space is for the weak! Or, really, those who aren't already used to swimming in schools, where fin brushes up against fin, and the ocean goes on for ages and ages with plenty of empty space that's just too depressing to think about.

Something like that, maybe, although he doesn't offer such a thing.

Instead, he cocks his head curiously to the side, fins along the side of his face perking up in faint interest. "Ginko?" he repeats, a little better this time, as he taps his fingers against his own chest. Ah, language barriers. A little tricky, sometimes.