He can smell her, the change in her body as she grows more excited by the prospect of bedding him, and while he's not entirely familiar with such a scent in a woman, he can tell already that he's going to grow quite partial to it. Ninon smells lovely at the worst of times, the subtle scent of her skin one that he really only associates with good things, even if she sometimes frustrates him or irritates him, and that overlaid with the heady, musky-sweet smell of arousal is making him a little light headed.

Carrying her to her bed, he moves to place a knee on the edge of her mattress, bending to set her carefully down on her bed and remaining braced above her on his palms and that one leg, hovering over her as he frowns at her slightly, breaking the playful moment.

"I am afraid of hurting you," he confesses, thinking of his sharp teeth and her soft skin. He wants to put his mouth on her everywhere, but the chances of him scratching her are not insignificant. Obviously, having spent his entire life with these fangs in his mouth, Benedict is quite good at knowing how to work around them, but he's never done this with anyone before, and there's a first time for everything.