Instead of immediately speaking, he takes a long draw from his glass. He doesn't know how to discuss feelings, not really. Back home, it simply wasn't done. Oh, it wasn't stated, either. No. One just learned, through trial and error and disapproving glares to keep ones affairs, well, their affairs. At length, though, he set the glass down gently, but didn't look over to her before he spoke.

"Fine. Are you familiar with a man named Magnus? Large, brute of a man, has a love of carpentry and a strange fixation with dogs?"