Her servants will blessedly either be retired for the night or helping the party's guest to their own rooms or out of the manor completely. They will be too distracted, hopefully, to bother her or to notice that her guard is nowhere to be seen. After all, he could very well be in the library, closer to her bedroom as a higher measure of security, given the manor's foot traffic.

For now, she's not truly focused on anyone else but Benedict and the way it feels to be in his strudy arms like this. Her mind wanders to what it might be like to be pressed against a wall and ravaged by him. Heat is already spreading through her, her body reacting to where her mind goes and the way it feels to have him so close with the chance of him having to move away.

"You know I trust your judgment. I am eager to see what paths you take to explore."