Alright, what the actual fuck? Ben had been trying to shake him off, hoping that if he scrambled away he could go back to his search for Noble Greengrass and just shove all of that, what he'd just said and what it implied about Ben's sister, into a little box in the back of his mind to be opened and dissected at some later point. He hadn't expected this idiot to stay close enough for him to smack him, or for him to say anything else. And he just — had he just had the gall to suggest that Ben relax? Had he just — had he just fucking asked him to get a drink, after he had just — sort of implied that Ben had been after him sexually, which was weird but also not the point, and also implied that he wanted to fuck Ben's sister, which was — also not the point, the point was that Melody was dying, but Ben was finding it harder and harder to keep that in mind when this guy with his exceptionally punchable face was still here.

"Ahh!" Ben roared, because he was beyond words at this point. He launched himself at Macmillan with both hands scrambling for this idiot's neck, with full intent to just fucking strangle him in the street.