[He doesn't miss Dist's words or the implication in them, but for the time being he simply shuts the door and retreats further inwards. He gestures to the desk if Dist wants the chair there before moving to the bed. He sweeps his cape aside and sits primly, although the rather rumpled state of the bed is probably a good indication that he didn't really intend to let anyone in.]

I'm glad to hear we're on the same page.

[...Now then. There's a large part of him that doesn't want to talk, and he's convinced he could distract Dist with his own story about the person they've threatened for at least a little while. That's more or less how things have always been; he doesn't talk about his problems. Ever. Starting now seems almost pointless.

But instead he sighs and gestures once again at the desk. The photo from the motive is laid out, along with a rather large collection of pens and blank stationary.]

I'm not particularly surprised they've chosen to threaten the people close to us, but they had the nerve to target King Garon.

[It's a start, at least.]