Seeing that change in Edgard's eyes, if nothing else, alerts Benedict to the fact that he may have pushed him a little too far--

but what's it to him anyway, how is this any of his business?--

--and Benedict starts away, as though to think better of it and run, but the very genuine soreness of his muscles prevents him from putting any distance between himself and Edgard before he's snatched by the shirt.

"Don't touch me!" he yelps, even if that ship's already sailed.