Alex almost smirked at his father's comments. Almost. Oh, neither of them condoned violence or his temper which, luckily, had gotten better in the last couple years. Right after his wife's death, it was pretty bad for a while. Meanwhile, he merely raised his brow pointedly to Leto as if to say, 'see? Its not just me, its Dad, too. We got your back.' Well, something like that, anyway - he wouldn't use those exact words!
"Yeah, well now when I bump into him in the hall I'll know enough just give him a very good talking to," he countered. Ha. Part of him wanted to go out there and search the ship said 'honourless whelp' right then and there. He glanced back at his father, one corner of his lip turning upward slightly, but not in the most pleasant way. "Maybe we can throw him overboard. Oh, I guess we could give him a life-vest. Maybe one of those blow-up rafts. He's bound to find shore eventually." Alright, so he was half-joking, but just talking about it made him feel a little better.