[ Disarming definitely was the word for it. But he doesn't linger on how bright Inigo's smile is, a light that just radiates from the boy which Roland can never seem to stop gravitating towards. He allows himself to be lead by the hand in conversation, just grasping at Inigo's own grip in reciprocation, enough to let him know he's listening. He's holding on, though these were unknown depths. Talking about personal things. ]

Heh. All right. And hey, I've got hobbies! [ You just see him work more often than he indulges in them, is all! Truly! But the question is quite brief, and Roland can answer that...easily enough? Or so he would like to think. ]

Well, let's see. That's right, I know about your mother, Olivia. Your father, the king...What was his name? And your sister, Lucina. The one who looks just like you if she tied up her hair. [ Roland's used to having the conversation turn around, away from him, that he sort of naturally falls back into it. Though that doesn't mean he isn't any genuine; he's always wished to know as much as he can about his friends, what more his family?

Right. Family. ]

I'm an only child myself. Grew up with my mom. I told her a little bit about her, right? She got really sad when I was bullied for being a small kid. I never wanted to see her like that, ever. [ He chuckles. ] I'm a proud momma's boy, too.