"Well, then." His expression one-eightied into a tight smile. "Looks like you have one less escapee to worry about." Not that he'd meant to do Bennet a favor in killing Knox, just protecting what was his, but he still had, apparently. Whether he'd try and collect on it later, however, was up for debate. He'd have to see how things went.

The smile disappeared a moment later. "You know I can't be killed. You know the only person capable of stopping me, if I went back to my old ways, is Peter. I haven't killed you. I won't hurt Claire. And the few people I might actually do something to, I swore I wouldn't touch. Ever. As long as I live." He shrugged, shooting the briefest glance down at his coffee cup, regretting offering Nakamura his life, as per usual, and then looked back up. "So, why bother with me?"

All this seemed a much better topic of conversation than snapping at Bennet for calling Mohinder a traitor when the other man had started it.