Shooting the 'friends' a look - how long those friendships will last is another matter entirely - Hanzo shakes his head. He is not going to take no for an answer and while it seems as though violence will not be necessary... He is prepared for it. His Bow is at his back, the spirts curling and twisting against the familiar brush of his magic. He knows them and they know him, but he shakes his head. Slowly, he presses a hand into the small of Benedict's back, urging him to one side, to follow.

He's bigger, broader, stronger.

"I do not like lies. This way."