Flinching, Ben stopped still. He was almost expecting some sort of revenge from Leon. The fangling would do the same.
If he had the power to go back - to not agree to James' asinie plan and not attack Leon, Ben would. But that wasn't possible, so he had to climb out of the grave he had dug for himself. The idea of making another wooden stake was still in his mind no matter Davian's talk with him a week ago.
The fangling flinched again, lifting his chin as Leon looked at him and retrieved the doll. When was the needle coming out? Would Leon use a paper cutter. And Ben was choosing sides - giving up the information on James'. He didn't want to be a villain, a stupid lackey.
But then nothing really happened.
But when Leon lowered the doll and turned to walk out, Ben spoke again, "Leon..., I'm not a monster."