Conlan cocked his head to the side, and squinted at the girl. His feeling of familiarity increased. In this case though, the feeling was attached to bickering back and fourth. For some reason he felt the distinct need to one up the younger girl. Perhaps it was due to her calling him on his evasion, or at least the rather flippant way she called him on it, and then proceeded to try and ignore him. Con frowned, and then responded.
"Well you see... the truth is, I over heard the story in the local tavern here in Amaranthine. Since I had been relatively alone here at the Keep for a few months, that very night I brought the barmaid back here and we made passionate love on this very table." Conlan's eyes drifted to the ceiling in mock recollection of the event that never happened.
"She was a rather heavy set woman if I recall... I remember several times worrying that the table might break..." With that, he raised and eyebrow to her, and went back to his own work. Immediately letting out a breath at being no better able to spell the names of the fallen now then he could before Dee had sat down.