Benedict has taken another deep breath to no doubt cast another zinger at Vandelin, but the rebuke from Atticus immediately sucks the wind from his sails. He scowls, glaring fervidly at his mentor and then back at the elf, no doubt plotting all kinds of horrible things that he'll definitely do to both of them once his parents bail him out and he's back in Tevinter and can just hire an army of magi to firebomb the city from Sundermount.