[ He's that kind of guy. It's easy to forget that Benedict's first inclination after graduating was to sequester himself in a monastery where he could contemplate the quiet, joyous things in life. For all that he wound up getting a degree and leaving the Temple — and then joining the feds, of all things — he's still that person inside: calm, peaceful, reserved.
He pulls his head back a little to look down at her, his lips curling a little in a smile despite himself. ]
You present a valid argument. [ Benedict is pretty sure kissing wasn't part of the deal. Oh, sure, he'd have been happy to kiss her to help sell their cover, in front of her father or someone who might ask questions, but it's not like anyone is paying them much attention at all right now, which means any kiss they share would have less to do with his assignment and much more to do with...
Well, with the fact that she's a pretty girl and he likes her and he's pretty sure she likes him too. She likes his muscles at least, he knows that much. ]
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He pulls his head back a little to look down at her, his lips curling a little in a smile despite himself. ]
You present a valid argument. [ Benedict is pretty sure kissing wasn't part of the deal. Oh, sure, he'd have been happy to kiss her to help sell their cover, in front of her father or someone who might ask questions, but it's not like anyone is paying them much attention at all right now, which means any kiss they share would have less to do with his assignment and much more to do with...
Well, with the fact that she's a pretty girl and he likes her and he's pretty sure she likes him too. She likes his muscles at least, he knows that much. ]