The jibe hits home, a shot so clean Benedict actually shudders as if struck by an arrow-- he's done his time in the trenches, been the subject of all manner of mockery and scrutiny, and even he can't account for how suddenly angry Calpernia's comment makes him.

"I--" he begins to argue, stops himself with one last remaining shred of dignity, and stoops instead to swipe up the second coffee mug. Treat rescinded.
"--rot down here then," he concludes instead, with a furious toss of his head as he begins to make his departure.