"Oh, yes, it's a tight leash I'll keep," Benedict drawls with a smirk-- he's probably just about the last person anyone would put on guard duty for a potential deserter, but considering the amount they went through to get him here, it seems a silly concern.

"Anyway." He crosses one leg over the other, folding his hands neatly atop his lap, "any questions about Riftwatch? Comments? Concerns?" There's humor in his eyes: it's a role he plays by necessity, but that doesn't mean it isn't a little bit funny too.