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Ben predicted that Eris would get to his wardrobe; only the timing was surprising. Of course, he had no idea what he was talking about nor did he know of any Thomas A. Andersons—although the tame name painted him as some sort of office programmer—but he wasn't going to concern himself. The coat was more of a comfort item and a remnant of getting dressed by another for decades during the colder seasons, and if he was being honest, it made him feel confident. That particular tidbit would not be shared to the actor who would undoubtedly mock him for it, but instead he would swat his hand away from his person. 

[color=C0C0C0]"I was politely listening to your poor lie about your relationship with your mage,"[/color] Ben said. [color=C0C0C0]"But seeing as how it is time to gather, I believe we have no further need for any more conversing. Unless you can think of a better lie than that; I find time does reward us with the words we wish we had said. Nonetheless, the best of luck to you and Mr. Alderman...I hope a nice bath awaits you at your dorm once this is all said and done."[/color]

He stood tall and satisfied as he made to leave. He stopped, however, as a particularly amusing opportunity crossed his mind as the princess spoke. Eris would most likely have a spring in his step until he was out of sight, and he did briefly consider that he was going a little too far, but seeing Eris act his cold, stone heart out was too good to pass up. Ben turned back to Eris once the speakers were finished and gave him a polite smile.

[color=C0C0C0]"Shall we?"[/color] He asked as he gestured with one hand to the lines.