He makes a scoffing sound at her description, inclining his head.

"Hardly any man..." Erm. "...or woman would be too pleased to receive news like that. There's little pleasure to be taken in fighting one's own wars, let alone falling into another's."

He thinks better of her, really, for that being the news she took poorly.

"Well enough, thank you. And you?"

If she were someone he knew, or if she were Merlin, she'd have a longer, truer answer. But she isn't, so courtly pleasantries direct him through this conversation as it has all of them.