[Claude's smile freezes on his face for a second, and he flipflops between his instinctive reaction to play dumb or deflect the question, or...

Well, they are in another world, aren't they? He supposes it matters less here whether he divulges any compromising information, and he's not about to insult Dorothea's intelligence by trying to claim she's mistaken.]

... They're big and rowdy, and pretty much always after a battle. Win or lose, there's a feast to celebrate. [He shoots her a defeated grin, as if to say, 'you got me'.] Since when have you been interested in Almyra, anyway?