((Ben: *rests and elbow on. Fionn's shoulder* "It's quite simple, actually, Fionn. Cyril is just a giant prick!"))
After spending a few minutes watching the group, learning a few things, Benjamin stood up and said, "Thank you for your tea and hospitality Mrs. Alato. You have a lovely home." He took his bag and sword, currently in it's scabbard, to the back porch and set his things down on a nearby chair, seeing as Sonya instructed them to report to the backyard. He just wanted to be able to keep track of his possessions. He frowned momentarily as he looked down at his clothes. He didn't exactly come prepared for work. He was in finer clothes, leather belt and shoes and silk shirt, all. He figured he could change into the under layer of his fencing garb if they were going to be doing much physical training that day. He didn't know what she had planned and he hadn't known what to expect. What were they training for, anyways? Was being Mafia so physically intensive?
"Ms. Sonya." He said, looking over his shoulder at the red-haired woman, "If you don't mind me asking: what exactly are we doing today?" He half expected her to say We're training. just to screw with him.
