[Robb does not find it forward at all. Of course he rather would say he is a man grown, but he is not a liar.]

Six and ten, my lady. Almost seven and ten. [That makes it sound a little better.] And you?

[He nods at her words.] They seem more deadly than any contraption I know. And I have seen some quite large maces and battle axes. My own sword used to be rather large as well. Larger than the one I am carrying now. [Still not as large as Ice, his father’s greatsword.] It is.

Aye, that thing. It made my brother fly once. [He shakes his head.] It seems to do things to our heads when the lords of Atroma will it so.