As far as exchanges go, it's an easy one, and she prefers talking on their common ground. Things she prefers to be traded on. Battle stories and parental affection, rather than queen and count. Things easily understood. Means that she affords the deep breath with her eyes flatly on the table, the things she takes such pains to not discuss with most of them - they didn't have families or kingdoms or children of their own so often when she spoke with them. How could they understand? What it was like to lose them, and to make the choice that the life you could give with them was not the best for them?

"No. No I have not heard... anything of my homeland for many years now. He was so young you see? Most... believe me to be dead. I would put both our lives at risk to dissuade anyone of the notion."

She took another mouthful, dry, before she clears her throat and does as she does best: carries on. Idly presses her thumb against her lips to remove a crumb in a particular action to remove herself from the weight of those words. "And you, Count? Your children? I am afraid I never got a full account for them. Simply won't do, if I am apparently in the business of guarding your family."