Benjamin simply watched her theatrics with calm eyes and that provoked her further. He looked at her like he was certain she couldn't harm him and with everything in her, Annalise wanted to.
She was reminded of how it had felt to kill the other man - her first kill. At that time, she had been fueled by unbelievable adrenaline and she had done it without thinking twice she would love to repeat it, love to strike her father with the glass shard that dug painfully into her palm as she squeezed it, the pain of the realization that she couldn't churn her stomach.
She had killed the man in the spur of the moment, it had been either him or her, and she had chosen herself, chosen to save her life but this wasn't an attacker. Benjamin was her father who was currently seated watching her like she was play-acting and he was still deciding if he was going to enjoy her drama.
