"You might think that I have ulterior motives, but, you’re the one who started it." He had no choice, Benjamin could no longer speak politely and their conversation was getting tense, "The four of them broke into my exhibition in the middle of the night. I was being merciful for only giving them a curse."
"As for you, you hired someone to secretly exchange my robe, of course I have my doubts. I wanted to check around before I entered, isn’t it very normal, what is there to criticize about?"
After saying that, Benjamin crossed his arms and condescendingly looked at the man in the wheelchair. He was taking advantage of his "height" to intensity his despised look.
Either way, he was a victim. If they were to really argue, it was impossible for the other side to try to be reasonable.