Lysander only glanced at Eward. He wasn't sure if he could handle any talk with Eward right now, but he didn't have the energy to tell him to go away so he would tolerate him. Handing over the bottle of brandy, he lifted the tumbler to eye level and inspected it, really just looking at the brownish color of the flames through the liquid.
Shaking his head, Lysander sighed loudly, "What makes you think anything is wrong?" His voice was deep and raspy, obviously he hadn't talked in quite some time. "It's the normal stuff, isn't it? Women problems. I know you've had your share of them.." Perhaps this conversation with Eward would turn out to be fruitful.