"Yes," Benedict has time to answer-- he is Tevene-- before Emmrich forges on, but there's no tension in his face as he follows along, at least until,

Manfred. There's the tension, and though Benedict continues to smile, there's a tautness at the corners of his eyes.

"None that I've heard," he admits, "though I think he will be something of," a long pause, "an acquired..." Taste? He's a skeleton.

"...you may want to limit his range to the Gallows until civilians have had a chance to get used to his presence."