Malcolm looked at him and fully looked like he was going to go with some denial of feeling in any way poorly, but something flickered across his face and he relented.

"'I'll finish what he...'? How many serial killers has my father told that he should have killed me? Or are they assuming at this point?" he asked, throwing his arms up. Then he held up a hand. "For the record, I don't expect you to know the answer to that."