"I... never had the time to focus on serious reformation. When you reach my alternate, there's a man named Farrow..." His answer is slow and thoughtful, the result of an internal strugger of darker suggestions. He is protective of his agents, perhaps even moreso of the one he has back from the dead, after a fashion. The idea of Khan or some alternate of himself harming her in the ways he knows Ming has been hurt is enough to reach his usually hidden temper.
"But it wasn't Khan that did that..." The spinning of the ring stops, as his left hand clenches unbidden into a fist, the other hand tight around it. That gesture shows the anger that is kept carefully off his face.