A shadow crosses his face, and he looks down at their joined hands. There is a very long pause.

"I have discovered how my father died," he says finally, releasing her hands in order to rub his forehead. He looks​ briefly back at the candle flame and grimaces. "It is a dreadful tale. Enough that I hesitate to tell you of it, for fear of giving you more nightmares than you must already have." Sparse words, to explain how haunted his eyes look.