Ianchus' eyes flicker a little at the abrupt change in demeanor, and he takes a moment to consider it. Is it manipulative, meant to bait him, or is it simply what it is--a change in conversation, the right of anyone, really. Heavens know that he'd be just as cranky if asked about...certain subjects.

He decides to go with the latter, smiling again.

"I'm from Kyrthassa, in the Cephea." Nobody calls it Kyrthassa but foreigners; it's either "The Cephea" or "Carrah", but that's the kingdom's formal name. "It's...well, it never quite got this hot. And we had an ocean to help us. As for my normal life..." He sits back, thinking about how to describe it, then turns to her with an almost roguish grin.

"Sail, feed and fuck, I suppose. Not a bad life."

Alright, he's not normally this crude. but he decides to give it a try.