Kerr's immediate internal response was flippant, the urge to deflect and demean himself strong. It was his way, after all. This time, he stifled the impulse and looked Ben squarely in the eye as he sat beside him, curling a leg beneath him so he could lean his shoulder against the headboard too, mostly facing Ben. He handed him the warm blood he'd brought - in a glass this time.
"Yes, you do," he said bluntly, squashing down the desire to claim it was his fault, for coddling Ben. It wasn't his fault that Ben didn't notice what he had in his sire, it was always there for the taking. The fact that Ben hadn't looked or had perhaps forgotten how he'd dropped Lazarus so easily that time wasn't on him. It was on Ben.
It felt strange yet empowering to show Ben his confidence. His arrogance. It was always there, beneath the surface, driving every interaction Ben would have seen him have, yet he'd never displayed anything but humility towards Ben. He was pretty sure he'd hidden that part of himself because he'd been so pathetically grateful to have Ben turn his love and attention his way that he was afraid to reveal too much, lest he overwhelm and frighten his prize away. His upbringing had had a far deeper impact on his modern behaviours and presentation than he'd realised. He liked that it was there now, in the open and between them to be dealt with. It felt fair, since he'd demanded Ben reveal himself, too.
"You underestimate the powers you're motivated to develop when your mind is wilfully invaded and, most nights, you're forced to do heinous things against your will, at the whim of a psychopath seeking entertainment. It's not something I've ever shared with you, though," he admitted, his smile apologetic but his tone firm. "It's not like I've ever been motivated to turn it on you or needed to put anyone down all that often, either, so you couldn't be expected to know. I used about half my capability, maybe a little less," he mused, his gaze lowering to run down Ben's body, trying to estimate the effect he'd had and how recovered Ben was. It'd been long enough that he should've been moving more. "I used too much. Sorry." He didn't sound it - it was too late for regrets now that it was done, after all - but he smiled.