Rhocanth could not help but smirk a bit. So she was going to avoid his questions, for the most part, and yet ask more of him? Well, very well. As the lady liked it. Eventually she might trust him enough to tell him more, perhaps. He did not mind going out on a limb to gain it. "A Shaperate is most like a library, yes. I am not certain about your Chantries, but it is true that we Dwarva don't have an official religion. We grant respect to our ancestors, and to the stone that sustains us, but nothing more."
His smile turned wistful at Imenry's sparse answer, eyes focusing on some far-away point of nostalgia. "How very lucky you were," he intoned softly. "I would have liked to have such a father. Alas, mine was far too busy to pay much attention to anything but his work and his heir. I spent most of my time with my mother. She was a noblewoman as well, from a good house and lineage. She was very serious about my education. I didn't mind that."
At the idea of Orzammar being... different, Rhocanth drummed his fingertips across his mouth thoughtfully. "I have noticed. What is wrong with Falina's age? I am only four years older than she is." Quiet for a moment, the young dwarf observed Imenry, closely watching her face and limbs for mannerism but not letting his eyes go anywhere she might have taken offense to. "What do you think? Do you think your fellows are rightly uptight, or do you believe something different?"