Edric cocked his head, trying to imagine a male version of Angie. The image conjured was not far from Prince Charles's, although more average looking, and without the flocks of women running behind him. Somehow his being a scholar did not surprise him. It was the hunting bit that was puzzling.
Most scholars studied astronomy, alchemy or other sorts of smart subjects. Sensing that Angie did not wish to dwell on this particular subject, Edric decided to let it slide.
He smiled a wide welcoming grin, "Yes, I do. I have a sister, about your age. Her name is Rosalie."