He casts a look that is definitely more on the side of worry than not, but he lets it go. For now at least. He listens, a different sort of frown making its way back.

"That... geez, that almost sounds like mages," He admits ruefully. He offers a smile and explains, "I married in. My wife is a mage. And all her family. She and her brothers were always good to me, and I think their parents were good to them, but whenever we got roped into any kind of gathering things got crazy intense." So many hours dodging the awkward and uncomfortable, making jokes under his breath to ease the tension from Imelda's stiff posture, maybe even pull a smile.