With his understanding of men limited to the cobbled together knowledge he had picked up before the Queen's collar had tightened at his throat, and twisted through the years of his captivity, Graham did not know what to make of the situation. Not involving a man and his grown daughter. Not to do with protocol or expected behavior. Certainly not when the Dark Curse muddied the waters beyond any hope of matters clearing on their own.

He managed a nod at what seemed to be the other man's upset settling, but felt no more sure of the situation. Or that he had been at all successful at making himself understood. As it was, Graham thought he would gladly take the man simply taking pity on him enough to let it slide. Only for him to have to lift a hand to his hair again at the question asked of him. The matter had taken up much of his thoughts where it had been able, but his understanding of the Curse was tenuous at best and his ability to break such powerful magics non-existent as far as he knew. He had not been able to save himself from Regina's manipulations, how could he hope to save Ruby from her magic? "I don't know," he admitted, finally. "I don't even know if she felt the same as I had, all those years ago."