Well, that's-- not unexpected, exactly, but Benevenuta still takes a moment to mentally catch up, it having been a long day and that having been a little more abrupt than she'd been anticipating, offhand. It's still a good deal more amiable than the last time he was in her flat, so there's that.

(There's a thought that crosses her mind, but that can wait until he isn't injured and she hasn't been drinking. It'll be easier to talk him into if he's not nursing wounded pride.)

So she stands, to see him out (all the way across the room, yes): “Goodnight, Lucius.”