Feeling Vlast's eyes on him, Benedict glances up to meet them, but not for long-- it makes him uneasy, but a strange warmth blossoms in him as well, not unlike how he used to feel when Gabranth got stern with him. It's oddly pleasant, comforting in an undignified way, and he finds himself blushing slightly.

How he misses Gabranth. But Vlast is here, and his eyes are so eerie and intriguing, and--

"--what?" The question snaps him out of it, and he almost laughs outright. "No-- no, don't do that."