Benedict finds himself stepping a bit closer to Silver once they enter the inn. He's not sure what he'd expected - something charmingly immoral, perhaps, but this is far from anything Benedict's ever experienced. He realizes how he must look in his finely tailored clothes, with his high collar and cravat and his white gloves. They must all immediately dislike him.

"If it's all the same to you, I've been stuck in a crowd all night, so perhaps somewhere with a touch of privacy."