Ben raised his hands in surrender. Calm down, kid, can you blame him for being exasperated? Well, Shawn didn't know the circumstances yet so it was entirely conceivable he would blame everything on Ben. He really needed to get this explained, but he also knew there was a much better chance of getting it all out if he could just get inside first. It was a lot harder to kick a vampire out once he got inside... as long as the invitation wasn't completely rescinded, anyway.

"One of your mother's fantasies, actually," he said, carefully, hoping to convey with his expression that he did not mean to make things worse. "Look, this would honestly be a lot easier on the both of us if I could just come inside, maybe show you—"

Wait. Show him?

"Show you. Oh, I'm an idiot," he concluded. Without any warning, he shifted the flowers to his right hand and placed his left up at the exact threshold of the doorway. Then, he pressed forward. It was like he was trying to push against a pane of superheated glass; he grit his teeth as the skin began to turn red, boil, fry against the forbidden territory of Shawn's home. Waited long enough for Shawn to have really seen it, heard the sound of searing, before he pulled it back and carefully clenched the hand against his chest. That would take a while to heal, especially considering how low he was on resources. His expression closed save for a defiant look in his eyes.

"It's not a cult, Shawn," he said. "It never was. Your mother just ran away from her family's responsibility because she didn't think it was natural. I need to talk to you because you're the only one that can save my life right now."