Ninon made the assumption that despite the unjust prejudice against warriorborn and the stigma around them, the girls of Spire Albion would be throwing themselves at a handsome fellow such as Benedict. He was handsome as he was courteous and kind. Plus his body was nothing to turn your nose up at.

Ninon has, of course, overestimated the other women in their world. And when she finds out that he is abstinent but not by choice, she will think them all fools. More than she already does (something she desperately wishes to fix).

As he presses her against the wall, a half-moan escapes her lips, the other half muffled by his mouth as they settle in the position and he sinks into the kiss. One hand stays tangled in the fabric of his shirt as the other moves to take the hand not braced against the wall and guide up the curve of her body, to her breast.