[It wasn't difficult to read the room, especially since he was watching Henry to begin with. His perception piqued when the other man withdrew completely from the conversation, filling the air with an angry silence. So, death was a subject that may require a bit more investigation then?

His own perception of it was perhaps skewed given the high mortality rates of his people, of the accidents and the bodies he had seen over the years. It seemed that Henry did have feelings on the matter, and they likely were in conflict with his feigns nonchalance about it. Death was one of those subjects that stirred emotions in people, and it was never a simple feeling either.

He lightly set his hands on his hips rather than cross them over his chest, not wanting to make Henry feel like he had closed off from the conversation. He doesn't move when Henry stood and all the clear signs of fury were there and within a few seconds, they were gone again. He'd met a few men like that. Hard to read, harder to disarm once provoked in his experience.]

I seem to have momentarily upset you. Did you want to talk about it, or would it better if I leave you to your own devices for now?