Mm. [whatever his immediate reaction is, he keeps it well hidden. the fingers of his freer hand move to his mouth, where he presses against it in deep thought.] ...Thank you for telling me, Mattias. I have a lot of other questions, of course, but that sates my curiosity for now.

[he smiles a little--or perhaps it's more of a smirk.]

I'm afraid you can't just get stabbed and then not tell the story.