"Are you out of your fucking mind?" Bene hisses, suddenly sitting bolt upright in his chair, quite awake now. "Having them stolen, creating a feud between two houses in the magisterium, how would that be preferable to a few shit-for-brains Templars getting murdered?" Tell us how you really feel, Artemaeus. "--not that I-- want that." He settles back down, curling his fingers over his mouth in thought.
"You've never met my mother before recently, have you." Or he'd know that pissing her off is a one-way ticket to lying facedown in a gutter with all your assets liquidated and your spouse in her bed.