Fighting the urge to roll his eyes, Bennet glared partially at Mystique's plain changed form and partially at the coffeehouse. "I am glad to know that all is well and good in the fold." He shrugged then, not really sure what to say. It wasn't his fault that everyone thought he was a traitor. He was only doing what he thought was right, for the safety of Homo Superior. He even had Magneto's blessing, or rather what he thought was Magneto's blessing. Pyro had shaken his faith in that during their last meeting.
But regardless of the motives, the fact was that he wouldn't go back to the Brotherhood. It took seeing one of their best, one of the most faithful to Magneto's dream to finally make him realize that he had, in many ways, moved beyond it. It was almost... saddening. He had his own way now, or he was slowly developing his own way. He wouldn't be a weapon like the one that created him wished him to be. He just wouldn't. But he wasn't a goodie-two-shoes, either, which left him torn. He had a possible solution in mind, and he had already set it into motion, but that had nothing to do with Mystique or with the man he was currently trailing. Though now that she knew who he was after, it would be easy for her to murder the mark and set him up to take the fall.
"I would hate," he began quietly, a slight chill to his voice, "to keep you further. Give my regards to the rest. I have no quarrel with any of you, and you shouldn't have any with me either. Plenty leave, and it is simple as that. No secrets have been shared, no weaknesses exploited. I've even contributed to your cause in a monetary way."