If Carlisle's increasingly obvious discomfort is any indication, his nose wrinkling and lips drawing into a wide frown, he's not entirely sure what to think of Rose's explanation. He understands getting off on the wrong foot with someone, but something as serious as attempted murder seems a little extreme by all counts—

"I see," he finally says in response, his confusion still evident as he is inwardly thankful he and Glacius have never been at each other's throats -- not without outside influences, at least. "W- well, perhaps you two will get along swimmingly from now on, and she will look favorably upon you wanting to help her at her establishment."

It beats being stabbed.