Murdoc inhales deeply and somewhat shakily. He shuts his eyes for a moment, letting himself calm down and not letting himself get angry at the simple existence of Rhys' face. He's starting to get an idea of who it was, maybe. Someone who keeps insisting that he should be more cheerful, perhaps, someone a hell of a lot younger than both himself and the potions master.

Finally, he opens his eyes again, giving Rhys a very stern stare. "What did I say?"