[Ben bares fangs at him.] Leave him alone. Or let me outta these cuffs and face me.

Oh, wait, you can't do that. A skinny little girl kicked your ass. Dad only knows what a Hound of God would do.

Surely He shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence. That's all you are. A noisome pestilence. You, too, shall pass.