Magnus' polite smile disappeared at the mention of Wanda and his gaze slipped between the pair, disapproval evident on his face. Now, he supposed, was as good a time as any. Catch Pietro off guard, stop him from any further contemplation of his twin. "I've learned something rather interesting, Pietro," he began conversationally in a tone as blithe as though he were merely discussing the weather. "Apparently, I fathered another child. You've a half sister." He took another gulp from his wine glass and nodded towards Lorna, his smile returned, his countenance relaxed now. Bombshell dropped, now to await the aftershock.