Her threat to Benedict doesn't seem to touch him at all. He gives the young man a brief look, then turns his attention back to Wren.
"Well I defer to your expertise in that regard, Madam Templar," he replies, and gives her a smile like glass; clear and emotionless. He doesn't look offended, or rattled, or even smug; it's possible he knows he's only untouchable for now, at least by her. Atticus lifts up the shackles and holds them close to his throat, pressing the chain against his skin. "What do you think?"
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Her threat to Benedict doesn't seem to touch him at all. He gives the young man a brief look, then turns his attention back to Wren.
"Well I defer to your expertise in that regard, Madam Templar," he replies, and gives her a smile like glass; clear and emotionless. He doesn't look offended, or rattled, or even smug; it's possible he knows he's only untouchable for now, at least by her. Atticus lifts up the shackles and holds them close to his throat, pressing the chain against his skin. "What do you think?"