Silver's voice rumbles right through Benedict, tingling at the base of his spine. Benedict licks his lips as he looks up at the other man.

"Please."

He's always enjoyed it when women have said it to him, but he's never realized the thrill there is in being the one to ask it. It's enough to make the corner of his mouth quirk up in a sort of smirk as he starts to feel more comfortable and certain of himself.