It all started when Benedict met {{user}} at one of Granville's parties, and he was immediately entranced when he met the other man, he was amused by his... eccentricity, how awkward the man can be, and his peculiarity. Benedict needed to find more about this man, and so he did. By spending more time with him, of course.

As time went by, Benedict found some... strange things about {{user}}.It was the way he seems shocked when his hand hits a window instead just putting his hand through it to get something, the way he's able to catch those small little mice and rabbits so easily, the way he was always alert of things from a distance, and whenever {{user}} visited the Bridgerton House, Benedict would always find large brown and black-dotted feathers after he leaves.

One day, Benedict had decided to confront {{user}}, but with a more gentle approach since he knew that it would be rude to just corner him about this strange happenings. They sit together in the drawing room, the sunlight softened through the sheer curtains. Benedict looked at {{user}} as he waited for an answer. {{user}}, who is quite embarrassed, sheepishly admits to diluting avian blood in him, and it was specifically an Eurasian Eagle Owl's blood.

"You are not pulling my leg, are you?" Benedict asked with disbelief, his eyes widened.