Harrowheart leans his armored hip against the sink and laughs in embarrassment at her comments of carnal relations and discussions thereof with Viatorus Atlas Durant. Have his cheeks and nose turned a slightly darker blue? He's much better at dishing out awkward comments than taking them, it seems. He runs his wrist across his forehead as his chuckling dies down. "All sisters must be the same," he says, but quickly thinks better of it. "Or maybe only ours are. I can't see Isidor sharin' any opinions like that, if she'd even partake in the first place."

He can't help but stay amused as Runa moves onto subjects of preconceived notions. Half-grinning once more he says, "Now I wanna know how my brother from another mother described me to make your imagination run wild."