Like his brother? Oh no, that's not it at all. Nida's expression even goes dark, and as his hand comes out to gesture dismissively there's a serious gust of wind with it. Whoops. He looks half embarrassed as his puts his hand back in his pocket, not wanting to hurt the butterflies.

"Your definition of brother and mine aren't the same. I don't tend to get homicidally inclined over the idea of my brother."