Benedict's smile quiets into something slightly more abashed-- realizing it may have seemed like he was defending Corypheus makes this awkward in a way he hadn't accounted for.
"Well. ...yes." His mouth twists to one side, his eyes on the floor. Perhaps it's best to cut his losses here.
"...anyway, thanks for the coffee." Raising both mugs, he flashes a little smirk again before turning to escape, assuming the conversation ends here.
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"Well. ...yes." His mouth twists to one side, his eyes on the floor. Perhaps it's best to cut his losses here.
"...anyway, thanks for the coffee." Raising both mugs, he flashes a little smirk again before turning to escape, assuming the conversation ends here.