He looked at his brother, Absolutely furious at his mention of the 76th Company, and in such a manner. He then looked at his other brother, one he respected greatly, give him the what-for. "As Oberon said, maybe you should get back to ruling your sand Castle. I'm sure you can find some sticks to use to reinforce the palace's walls." He had a sour view of Coracus, but this had put him on a level on par with Cyprig, maybe they could get along swell. A rather weak response, but he had nothing to offer aside from Anger and blows.
He turned away, walking to where the other Primarchs delegated to Training where, his fists still clenched, as he held his anger from displaying itself so prominently again, as it was against his personality. He needed to get back into form and remove his thoughts from that altercation. His attention was required elsewhere, and with good reason.
Regardless, he turned back to the Training primarchs, and spoke to them, "Sorry about that, Coracus can be a real bother when he wishes, did I miss anything?"