This elicits an actual laugh, and Benedict turns to look over his shoulder at her, as if expecting to see her smiling as well. When she's not, he schools his expression into something more wry, making a mental note that it's a good thing, actually, to be thought of as a fighting type.

"Then it'll be Scouting or Diplomacy," he says, clearing his throat lightly, "all the offices are up on the second-to-top floor, so I hope you're also the walking type."