He is free to feel what he needs to feel but she does not think so badly of what has happened. It is not as though it puts an end to their night. He is young and undoubtedly virile, she suspects that his warriorborn side will it make it possible for his body to bounce back rather quickly.

It is something to be laughed about later, to be sure. But not the end of the world.

He seems to come to his senses, somewhat, turning to look at her. His touch is hot against already warmed, flushed skin and she shivers slightly because of it as he explains what he means. She rolls her eyes good-naturedly at such a statement, her hand reaching out to comb through his hair. "You are not a disappointment, Benedict. There are so many ways to be together, to feel good. We both found our pleasure together, in each other's company. I do not see that as a failure. I am sorry that you do."