That sterling offer earns Vandelin a peculiar near-smile from Atticus, but his blue eyes remain very cold. He lowers his hands and looks back at Benedict, his expression one of mild shock. "Did you hear that, Benedict?" he asks, well aware that, chained up as they both are, neither of them have any choice but to listen to the words their captors share with them. "If we behave ourselves, the Inquisition might choose not to tether us to our workstations like common plow horses."