"Wh-- ow-- stop," Benedict stammers, scowling as he steps back and away from Edgard with every shove.

"Well I didn't know that," he snaps, taking a few larger steps back and standing his ground, "and you wouldn't have an opinion on this if you hadn't been listening in, so."

He folds his own arms.

"What're you gonna do? Beat me up, out here in front of everyone?" He gestures around to the courtyard.
"I didn't do anything."