[She meets his gaze evenly, the fingers curled around her sword relaxing just so.]

You will touch not a single hair on Cidolfus's head.

[Alright, not so much an ask or a question as it is a warning to him, and only then does Benedikta break eye contact lest he sees through the hardness in her eyes. She gives a moment for it to land, inhaling again with her pipe before she gestures to herself with a wave of her hand, dismissing her reasons why.

But her main worry had been that this man would seek to retaliate against his attack at one point or another, and she would not have that. Really, the only person who could pluck a hair on his head is her, thank you.]

If you wish to challenge your abilities further against another, you may seek me out in his stead.