"I had three," Rhocanth said with a nod. He had let her hand come to rest on his shoulder, smiling gratefully. "I'm the youngest of them. Two of them were nothing special. Typical Orzammar nobility, really. Right scoundrels. But Azrunath... he was different. A prodigy, they said of him when he was younger. A great warrior, tactician, philanthropist... He was everyone's favorite. None of us could begrudge him the role of heir. He was born for it." His shoulders lifted and fell, expression warm and nearly-glowing. Simple hero worship. What he said of his brother may or may not have been true. Probably polished into the finest, most adoring light.
Suddenly, he seemed to be taken by another thought. Rhocanth clicked his tongue, tsking several times at Imenry. "But ah, it's too bad that you had no siblings! They make life much more interesting. What was it like to grow up that way? Were you alone often? I have said quite a bit now. You must tell me more about yourself."
The next thought was greeted with skepticism, a wide grin plain on his face. "A crush? Oh, truly? I wouldn't say that, necessarily..." His tone said that he was being modest. He knew. "Perhaps she is inexperienced, though I would not doubt her conviction. As for me?" Dark eyes followed Imenry for several paces, shielded by a veil of youthful eyelashes and propriety. "I know enough to know what I'm doing."