Well, he's more compliant about this than she thought he'd be, but it isn't truly implicating much by just talking about himself- so it's not much of a surprise. She keeps her arms folded, her eyes trained on him as he speaks.

"So how long ago was that? And what happened to the guy who got you in? Unless your name's more a mantle than a name." It dawns on her that this guy might be much, much older than he appears- Aelwyn did say something about him being made of wax, and she makes a mental note to try and sus out a timeline if she can.