[He hums idly in thought, taking Wanda's words into consideration. To the raven, poking its beak into his palm, he offers a gentle reprimand:]

Hang on, I'm trying to think. [To Wanda, an objection:] How do I know he's worthy of having it, though?

[Judging by the playful curl of his lips and the little roll of his eyes, the question is completely facetious. Though, his brother's name has become sacred to him, as saints' names to the devout, and sacred things can't be thrown around carelessly. He thinks Wanda would understand.]

How about... [He tilts his head, as if measuring the character of the bird.] Ferrari? Erik loved cars, and this little guy seems eager to show off.