It truly for the best that Benedict's patience and professionalism are not put to the test by anyone else but her. Beyond that, Ninon can diplomatically handle unruly guests, it is what she was bred to do and as a woman with experience, she knows how to get away from those unruly guests whose hands wander. There is only one set of hands she would permit to touch her. Those hands are currently pulling her closer, his breath warm as it sweeps across her skin.

"I am quite content where I am. Thank you, " she says defiantly, obviously the indignant tone is feigned. She is quite content to have his hands on her after having to pretend all night that she did not desire such a thing. It was only a few days ago that he'd had his very distracting hands and mouth on her in that very ballroom as she tried to memorize the names of all the guests. And soon enough, it had only been his name on her lips.

"I much prefer it here." There is a slight vulnerability in her voice when she says that, the guise of teasing dropping for just a moment as she speaks the absolute truth for only him to hear. But she returns to form by giving his head a playful tug. "Although I am feeling cold." Says the woman who was, only moments ago, fanning herself.