It's another moment of silence other than muckraking before Piotr answers, though not begrudgingly. Just rough and short, a little more than usual, but it is Piotr.

"Since I was a boy in my grandfather's stables," he mutters. "He lived to a much more advanced age than my father did. Wouldn't let me so much as pick up a training sword until I'd proven myself a suitable stablehand first."