Silver whistles. "I thought you were the eldest," he says casually, attending to a pan as he talks. He begins tossing the vegetables, less to show off and more out of complete habit.

"I'm afraid I don't really pay attention to things like that--not that I think your status is bad, or anything." he's quick to add it, chuckling to himself. He's surprised the conversation is coming so easy. It occurs to him that it sounds like he's fleecing him now, acting like he's somehow "not like the others" to gain his trust. That's laughable.

"All I really know is you're rich, you large family, and your mother would prefer you eat less carbs."