His sympathy for the boy wavered some in that moment, eyes narrowing before Laurent's words caught his attention.

He stepped away then with a nod, quietly heading to the opposite corner of the room though he kept Nicaise within eyesight. There was no telling where next the child might find a stabbing implement nor how far or how accurately he might be able to throw.

'Were you not going to tell me?' he asked once they were several feet away, though he kept his voice low. 'Or was it be a discovery for tomorrow?'