"Why couldn't it be me?" For some reason, Rorschach felt a little pleased seeing Benedict in such a sorry state. The Elf's effortless confidence back in the real world had been incredibly grating.
He continued to needle Benedict. "See? You wanted me to enter the Shadow City, so here I am. You did say we'd meet again."
"That's right, but... I didn't expect you to find Lady Caroline's... home."
Caroline was still washing up in the attic, and as a guest, Rorschach didn't feel it was his place to let someone in on his own authority. He turned and shouted upstairs, "An Elf gentleman named Benedict is here to visit. Should I let him in?"
"Okay, ah, but don't let him come upstairs. I'm not ready yet."
"You hear that? Want some tea?" Rorschach stepped aside to let Benedict in. Without waiting for a reply, he took the initiative and used Spell Hand to grab a cup and a tea bag for the Elf.
