As finely-tuned as his senses are, and as strongly attuned to her as he is, the goosebumps that crop up along her skin in the wake of his touch are noticed immediately, and they bring a smug little smile to his face.

Hey may not know what he's doing, but at least she seems to be enjoying it.

Now that his confession has lifted the weight of his irrational shame from his shoulders, Benedict feels far more relaxed about this whole thing, and after a few minutes of remaining kneeling at her feet, he rumbles a discontented noise and lifts his hands from her to coax her arms over his shoulders so that when he puts his hands back on her hips and leans abruptly back, she comes with him.

Standing in one smooth motion, seemingly unencumbered by her weight in his arms, he lifts his head from the hinge of her jaw so he can smirk at her.

"If I am to explore, I require more room," he says mildly, like he hasn't wrapped her legs about his waist as he stands, like she isn't all but naked in his arms as he strides confidently towards her bedroom. He is, after all, quite familiar with the layout of her chambers after all this time serving as her guard.