Perhaps it is precisely because he can sense that the young man is fishing that Erwin decides to continue being a little coy. He hums noncommittally, imagining the warzone that his new companion envisions is decidedly different than the one Erwin has mostly experienced.

"Ah, that explains it. You must be very talented." Or powerful, or valuable, or many other things that would fit a soldier onto such force. Erwin gestures with his one arm to the area around them. "Is your home very different from here, or similar?"