The question gives Benedict a moment's pause, and he ducks his head slightly, knowingly. It's surprising how difficult it still is to control his body language, to not automatically assume superiority over a Laetan-- because if Laurentius were a fellow Altus, he'd have heard of him, no doubt.

"I mostly take dictation and make appointments," he admits, clearing his throat lightly and gesturing to his desk, situated as it is at the front of Byerly's office. "Nobody answers to me."