[Caim has to take a moment to imagine what his sister would be like tending to a cow of all things. And it is... Well. It's amusing. He starts to smile, as awkward as it is because Caim has no idea how to smile properly and not like he's some type of mad man and dips his head to eye his device before he makes use of it again.]
"Not like livestock. The other things sounds more anticipated." [Again, as a woman he can't entirely say. Furiae never really spoke about such things and he never asked. It wasn't his business and she never really gave off the impression that she was upset or unhappy. Or perhaps he never noticed. Caim can't claim he's ever been the best brother. At best, he's probably been more than a little self-interested and not always willing or capable of seeing the bigger picture, as it were.] "Furiae and I had our own private schooling. Our lessons different, I assume, at a point."
[Her reassurance regains his gaze and for several moments, he simply eyes her as he does precisely as she's suggested. And it doesn't take him long to polish off his pasta. It's probably one of the best dishes he's had since he's been here. But then, Caim doesn't seem particularly finicky over what he eats. He turns his fork over, prongs down, when he's done, purely an instinctive habit it seems and hardly even notices he's still doing that. And he's probably been doing it for years.]
"You are not the first to ask me questions. You will not be the last. You are, however, the first to seem so eager for answers. Knowledge, while a noble pursuit, is also a dangerous one." [...And it's almost like a threat. He isn't outwardly meaning to do anything to her, but he knows how he is and he knows what kinds of things come his way. Angela will only ever be at risk the closer she gets to him. Caim recognises that and this isn't Midgard. He can't be complacent about it here.]
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"Not like livestock. The other things sounds more anticipated." [Again, as a woman he can't entirely say. Furiae never really spoke about such things and he never asked. It wasn't his business and she never really gave off the impression that she was upset or unhappy. Or perhaps he never noticed. Caim can't claim he's ever been the best brother. At best, he's probably been more than a little self-interested and not always willing or capable of seeing the bigger picture, as it were.] "Furiae and I had our own private schooling. Our lessons different, I assume, at a point."
[Her reassurance regains his gaze and for several moments, he simply eyes her as he does precisely as she's suggested. And it doesn't take him long to polish off his pasta. It's probably one of the best dishes he's had since he's been here. But then, Caim doesn't seem particularly finicky over what he eats. He turns his fork over, prongs down, when he's done, purely an instinctive habit it seems and hardly even notices he's still doing that. And he's probably been doing it for years.]
"You are not the first to ask me questions. You will not be the last. You are, however, the first to seem so eager for answers. Knowledge, while a noble pursuit, is also a dangerous one." [...And it's almost like a threat. He isn't outwardly meaning to do anything to her, but he knows how he is and he knows what kinds of things come his way. Angela will only ever be at risk the closer she gets to him. Caim recognises that and this isn't Midgard. He can't be complacent about it here.]