The last few strokes and thrusts keep Benedict in a state of blissful release. It's not until Silver moves away and Benedict's skin suddenly feels the slight chill of air that he comes back to his senses. He takes the cloth wordlessly but puffs out a laugh when Silver finally breaks the silence.

"Yes," he says, still a bit breathless, "I think I shall."

He shifts himself a bit so he's propped up a bit against the wall behind him before wiping himself clean.