[He would deal with Dodger, but that, as he'd stated, was none of Ivar's business. Whatever self-destructive bullshit Dodger was pulling, Ragnar was acutely aware that he'd ended up as some kind of collateral damage, which was enough to piss him off.]

So... all of this is about your mother? Or is it about Dodger? [He rolled his eyes.]

Maybe it was just sex. I married her though, did I not? [He raised his hands, shrugging.] You have told me yourself, she became my wife. So, I provided for her and made you and your brothers legitimate and provided for you and them.

Clearly, I care for no one but myself.

Are you out of knives yet, Ivar? If so, get out of my house. And if you have more, then hurry up. I have better things to do.