[ Oh. Well. Despite his...lack of experience in some parts of life, Trahearne is knowledgeable enough that physical contact like that signifies a deeper bond. Barely, just barely, his brows raise. Ori...is liked by many people.

He will leave it at that.

Perhaps Trahearne's Wisdom stat might not be high enough to suss out the lie on vibes alone, but he is smart. He leans forward in thought, steepling his fingers and pressing them to his mouth (and his thought process is briefly interrupted by the shock of sensation of warm, squishy flesh, but he doesn't let it distract him) as he analyzes Colin's wording itself. He starts musing aloud as he works through his thoughts. ]

I can't say I know much of vampires, [ There are no vampires in Tyria. ] but that sounds outrageous enough that it may as well be true. And on the contrary, a younger sister sounds mundane enough to be true as well. But the specification of "four years" is rather suspect, as that could easily be four months, four decades, ten years.

[ Trahearne sits up again, gaze darting between Ori and Colin for a moment, trying to find any tells in their expressions. ]

I say the second.