[Resisting the urge to step back, Benedict just slouches a bit instead-- he's very good at being tall and commanding attention when the time is right, but in moments like this, when all he wants to do is sink into the floor, it's hard not to allow a little bend in his spine and a stoop in his knees.]
I told her several times that I didn't want it, ser, [he says, taking care to speak up, but not too much.
It wasn't enough, and that much is clear; but if the lesson here is to not roll over every time he's confronted, despite how badly he wants to in this case, he's doing his best.]
I'm sure the next time you fall in with Venatori, they'll consider your protests similarly. [Is clipped right back - not loud or heated, but firm like a heavy stone. The absolute end of patience.] Figure out how to make yourself heard. This is the last hour I waste on you.
[It's enough to make one's stomach tie into knots. Certain that even if he tried to speak right now, nothing would come out, Benedict simply gives a tight nod, hoping it's not completely obvious how close he is to falling apart.]
[Whether it's obvious or not is irrelevant; their business is concluded. With a last razor sharp look and sway from the tails of that exceedingly dark coat, Flint cuts away - disappearing as suddenly as he'd arrived, leaving Benedict to do either as pleased or compelled.]
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I told her several times that I didn't want it, ser, [he says, taking care to speak up, but not too much.
It wasn't enough, and that much is clear; but if the lesson here is to not roll over every time he's confronted, despite how badly he wants to in this case, he's doing his best.]
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