Gregory is enthralled, but Benedict sits up a bit again, because he shouldn't be encouraging his youngest brother to hear stories of getting legs hacked off by axes.

"Gregory, perhaps you and Hyacinth can play some cards until mother calls us in for dinner, hmm?"

Gregory is, of course, ready to protest, but he sees the way Benedict's eyebrows are raised and understands that Benedict must be listened to, so he walks off (sulking a bit) to go entertain himself in other ways.

"Now he'll be pretending he hasn't got a leg for days, I'm sure." Though the gaze Benedict lets fall on Gregory across the room is full of love and fondness. "I'm certainly not looking forward to carting him around on my back because of it."