[ He reclines in his chair as best he can. ] Well then, it's a good thing my uncle's not here, I guess. He's actually got a beard.

[ He does note her attempt to make the conversation about him, though! And also her totally checking out his chest hair, don't even lie. He doesn't mind indulging at least for a little while. ]

Well, I used to have one. But I lost it in a bet a while back. Very sad. [ With a cheeky smile, he cocks his head towards said crossbow. ] I'd say Bianca more than makes up for it, though.

So, tell me: Where exactly is this mystical land where all dwarves have beards and...what, do they carry axes all the time, or something?