Carlisle glances Ianchus' way, stiffening reflexively as he realizes Ianchus has moved closer to him. Though not as worried about someone lashing out these days, he is always cautious when someone inches into his personal bubble.

He picks at the ink-stained bandage on his arm, his voice even despite his momentary trepidation. "No, though it is kind of you to ask, despite..." He hesitates before he continues. "I have not particularly been kind to you."