He wonders if Silver would mind if he dropped his clothes and crawled back on to the bed. Would they go a second round or just drink and talk until falling asleep? Regardless, Benedict’s cheeks flush a bit at the thought so he continues to dress, layering each article of clothing.

“No, I suppose I’d rather not.”

Would they threaten him, knowing he’s just been with Silver? Not a risk worth taking. Benedict pauses once his hand is at the door handle, wondering if he should offer some opportunity to see one another again.

“I do hope you enjoy the rest of your time in London.”