He was having a hard time wrapping his mind around the death of his eldest boy, so much so that he found the recounting of the lad's woes kind of preposterous given the timing of it. But then, perhaps the lad was nervous. After all, he had come in with his youngest daughter and one of Magnus' whores, right? Augh, the anger of it all boiled to the surface and he turned on the two kids with full force, "You just came to tell me of my oldest boy and his senseless behavior leading to his death, and you are now complaining about another son of mine." He sighed and turned his back to the two, lighting up his pipe for much needed fortification, "Stop talking, boy, and pour a brandy for all of us. I'll et you your job back in good time. I did just learn... some heartwrenching news." He was sad for the boy his Magnus had once been. "I suppose I could hope his... wife... has a son and names him Magnus too, but my hopes for that are low. After all, he was such a cad, was he not?" He gave a laugh, but it was utterly humorless. Assuming the brandy was doled out, the older man shook once with a bit of a sob, but he did not shed a tear after that... and that, frankly, is messed up.