[Without a miqo'te's tongue it's near impossible to get his name exactly right; no other race can pull off the hissing 'h' sound, but Asra speaks his name with attentive care and that's more than enough to earn his approval. Enough for a smile of his own as he nods, modest but given away by the way his tail lifts higher behind him.]

Thank you, Asra, it's generous of you to say so. There's no high blood in me, my name marks me as the fifth son of my mother, nothing more.

[His smile turns wry, one ear tilting at an odd angle.]

Though, if you did not mean that sort of nobility, I am...even more flattered.