Lyons pours himself a glass of brandy and looks at the teen that would fall apart in any moment. Yet he reminded the Lord of himself and Lyons knew he ought to be stern. He looked at the warrior expression. "How old are you Alyxander?" He sniffs the brandy in the glass. "You look as if you are condemned. Should a man be punished for doing what has been beaten into him?" Lyons take a long swallow. "I'd offer you a drink. I think you might not be hold it. You think I lost my temper. My son will stew and think you are the brunt of his troubles. We all have our trials and I don't want you living in fear of Johh's wrath on you. It is just the opposite. I am going to allow you to train him. It would not hurt him to know a few of you kills and you need to keep what you know sharp. What if anything would you have done differently? I am not angry with you."