"It's like anything else you do: practice."

And Davrin was more than willing to be the training dummy, though for the sake of his ragged pride he kept that last line to himself. There had to be a more romantic way to phrase it, especially with his reply still in the shadow of the poetry the Crow was cooing for him.

"I'll be a patient teacher."

It wasn't much better, but given how the Crows seemed to learn things? It seemed fitting to promise no slapped knuckles for hitting an awkward angle or two.