He is not the only one who can play hard-to-get, she thinks, unaware that it's not a game he purposefully chooses to play with her. His huff and tone of voice only fuels her smug smile as he tells her that they ought to return to the party. Her mind wanders the same way his does, however she doesn't stop herself nor does she feel bad for thinking such things.

She moves to brush her lips against his one last time, teasing and light. And with one last gentle tug of his hair, she pulls back from him. When she speaks, it's playfully formal and above a whisper so she can be heard if anyone walks by. "I will be retiring early this evening, Benedict. Within the next hour."