He found himself blushing, even though he was used to compliments. He hoped he never reached the point where he thought he was the best and better than other people--he'd worked with artists like that. It made them a nightmare. Besides, there were so many other talented people in the world, even here on the train--especially here on the train, or island, as it were at the moment.

"Thanks," he said warmly. "I just...didn't want to bother anyone or anything." Or feel like he was just showing off or something.