His face already a mask of horror and bewilderment, Benedict shakes his head at her. He listens for a few seconds longer, and then something seems to click.

"Don't get used to this," he mutters, and steps closer to her, pressing the palm of his hand against her heart.
"Make the noise for me again."

All the fretting has melted away into something like irritation, but only because he knows how completely he was about to buy that there was a monster in the wall, and sometimes a guy just gets tired of himself.