It's not too terribly sore, at least; that would require Benedict having any idea what a loving family looks like, and he's been too isolated for that. Once Vedici comes up, he scoffs, his demeanor abruptly growing darker.
"Frankly I don't know what type he purports to be," he drawls, "we spent some time with a group of upstart Soporati in stupid hats, who all got killed when we wandered right into Inquisition territory." He sneers. "I think Atticus intended it. I don't know what he thought he could gain by it, but I hope he fails."