Well this evening took a turn she had not hoped for nor anticipated. He was taking this hard, as to be expected. Most, if not all men would feel the same sense of embarrassment but she thinks that Benedict takes failure harder than most. When he finally looks at her and apologies, she tuts at him and leans over to kiss him, despite the positioning of his lips.

"You have not a thing to apologize for." She smooths a hand lazily over his chest, finally able to touch it for herself after weeks of only feeling his chest through his various clothing. "You might be more comfortable if you undress, I feel as though we are quite unequal at the moment."