Ninon is correct in her assumption that the dark would not hamper him; being warriorborn, he is blessed with excellent eye sight, and quite nearly the ability to see in all but the darkest of rooms. Even if there were absolutely no light to be found, and even Benedict and his cat-like eyes were thwarted that way, he would always be able to find her.

Some part of him would like to say that is because of some romantic notion or other, he isn't quite fanciful to come up with something suitably saccharine, but he has vague notions of reading something appropriate in one of his cousin's books, but the far larger, more practical part of himself knows that he will always find her because he can smell her even when he cannot see her, the scent of her skin and the soaps she uses dulled beneath the floral note of her perfume, but not wholly drowned out by it. Even were her perfume not made specifically for her, and therefore the only blend of its kind in the entire Spire, he would be able to pick her out of a line-up blindfolded.

As silent as a man his size has no business being, Benedict creeps into the room from which her trail emanates, his pupils expanding until they look nearly round to compensate for the darkness. He can see her easily, tucked behind some statue or other, her fan waving lazily in front of her face.

He comes up behind her, still as silent as a mouse, and bends to press his lips to the exposed plane of her shoulder.

"Found you."