"I imagine it's quite different from what you're used to."
There's no judgement in Benedict's voice. It's no different, he thinks, than him feeling out of place in Silver's world. He'd likely find it much harder to adapt, honestly, than the pirate is, because Silver is a man conditioned to adapt while Benedict is not.
Before they can continue the conversation, Anthony is arriving home and they're all being called in for dinner. The table is laid out marvelously and each place has a name with it, and Benedict wonders how many times his mother has switched seating assignments. He's equal parts glad and flustered to find that Silver has been seated beside him. Glad because he doesn't have to stare into Silver's eyes the entire night, but flustered to have Silver so close. It turns out he has a right to be flustered, because part way through, Silver's hand goes to his knee and rests there. But the dinner, as a whole, is as lovely as any. It's hard not to be caught up in the charm of both of their guests and their manners are quite lovely.
After Dinner, Gregory and Hyacinth are sent to bed, and everyone returns to the sitting room, as is usual for dinner parties. There are small drinks passed around and conversation eventually turns to Francesca playing something for them on the piano and that the Bridgerton sons are quite adept at singing. And since no young man can really deny their mother in front of company, Anthony and Benedict reluctantly have their sister accompany them while they sing a lively tune.
Afterwards, Benedict takes a sip of his drink.
"I think I'll excuse myself a moment for some air," he says, hoping perhaps that Silver will wish to accompany him so that they might be alone for a moment.
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There's no judgement in Benedict's voice. It's no different, he thinks, than him feeling out of place in Silver's world. He'd likely find it much harder to adapt, honestly, than the pirate is, because Silver is a man conditioned to adapt while Benedict is not.
Before they can continue the conversation, Anthony is arriving home and they're all being called in for dinner. The table is laid out marvelously and each place has a name with it, and Benedict wonders how many times his mother has switched seating assignments. He's equal parts glad and flustered to find that Silver has been seated beside him. Glad because he doesn't have to stare into Silver's eyes the entire night, but flustered to have Silver so close. It turns out he has a right to be flustered, because part way through, Silver's hand goes to his knee and rests there. But the dinner, as a whole, is as lovely as any. It's hard not to be caught up in the charm of both of their guests and their manners are quite lovely.
After Dinner, Gregory and Hyacinth are sent to bed, and everyone returns to the sitting room, as is usual for dinner parties. There are small drinks passed around and conversation eventually turns to Francesca playing something for them on the piano and that the Bridgerton sons are quite adept at singing. And since no young man can really deny their mother in front of company, Anthony and Benedict reluctantly have their sister accompany them while they sing a lively tune.
Afterwards, Benedict takes a sip of his drink.
"I think I'll excuse myself a moment for some air," he says, hoping perhaps that Silver will wish to accompany him so that they might be alone for a moment.