Admittedly he's a bit uncertain as to what happens now. Should he take his leave? The thought of getting dressed in all those layers in a hurried manner seems daunting, and usually the women desire to languish a bit. He's uncertain of the protocol when with another man, and how it differs, or why it should differ at all.

Either way, Benedict gladly accepts the rum and takes a much heartier drink than before, needing something to help himself regain composure.

"Well - This has been a very ... Enlightening evening, Mr. Silver." Benedict decides maybe he ought to go. Silver doesn't strike him as the cuddling sort, so he pushes himself up a bit more properly as he moves to stand.