[He watches her, and he smiles, easy and without any guile.]

I am not. But I came from there, and spent my youth there.

[Not by choice; he takes his skin back and takes another drink. She lightened it considerably and he can't help but admire that in a woman.]

I would tell you of my homeland, but I fear you would not believe it.

[Mostly because he's standing in the freezing cold wearing a pair of thigh high boots, a loincloth, and an open cloak, but you know.]