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Benedict slinks away from her flirtations and enticements once again, making a sound point about the Spirearch's lack of privacy. He focuses on the impracticality of her fantasy instead of going right along with it. If it's because he's always so incredibly sensible or because he lacks the imagination required to picture himself tangled up in bed with her, she isn't quite sure.

She rolls her eyes, amused as she gives him a gentle push on his arm. "You're no fun."