[There's still no judgment in Ben for that, for what he can read in her now more easily than most of the emotions he's learning slowly, painstakingly to navigate. He hasn't spoken so bluntly of it, his enjoyment in it, since he tried to reach Max through her haze of horror for him.

Since he gave in to it in an attempt to make something, anything, make sense.

Now he tilts his head ever so slightly to a side, and replies evenly.]

Gaheris was displeased, and that is not something I am proud of. But I would do it again, if I found the circumstances... replicated.

Not the Lady. The rest of it. If someone needs stopped, and no one will stop them.

[It's a promise, in between the vague, deliberate words. He's spent too much of his own life being afraid, and now he's found that he can fight back. He will.]