[ Feeling a tad bit steadier now that he's not actively being mauled, Benedict glances over just in time to watch Kate's fingers worry at the hem of her dress, inadvertently pulling the fabric up just enough to display her thighs to great effect.
Mindlessly turning onto a different road, he clears his throat. ]
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Mindlessly turning onto a different road, he clears his throat. ]
Not while I'm driving, it's not.
[ But...maybe when he's stopped...? ]