Hannibal dipped his head low, bowing deeply in the manner of his own home country. A hand pressed against his chest, bowing down, before he straightened in his seat once more. "My homeland is nearly as cold as your own, in winter. Thick blankets of snow. However instead of mountains, we have miles and miles of tree covered hills. In the summer, all that is a green blanket of grass and flowers, and the lakes are clear as the sky."

His lips twitch slightly, before he looks thoughtful, "Male or female, my Lord? There is a bevy of both - and the differences between them are like night to day."