His smile fades as he comes back down to earth.

"...Yeah. We can think about this later..." he agrees. And she is right. They - he - should deal with the business at hand first. Pulling the device out of his pocket, he goes to sit on the couch with his staff beside him.

Even if he doesn't want to do it, he doesn't stumble over his words...much...in the call. There was a murder. Of his fiancée. He doesn't know who the murderer was. He only really has trouble explaining how she died - she was beheaded - and he just refuses to meet anyone in person for an interview. He doesn't even care now if he sounds angry.