This is just adding insult to injury. Partaking in the tourney is for ruffians, he was just here for the sights, and of course to be seen; but Bene's incredulity dwindles when he sees that sickening green emerge from beneath d'Artagnan's glove.

"...right," he says, knitting his brow and looking away, nonetheless appeased. He doesn't understand the things, isn't sure he ever will, and they give him the heebie-jeebies. But it'll do the trick.