"You of all people shouldn't be surprised at what women are capable of."

Benedict moves a bit, less gracefully than usual since the lack of sobriety weighs him down, so he's kneeling on the bed next to where Silver is sitting.

"Most of that is mine, Mr. Silver," he teases. He knows he's been told to call him just Silver, but adding the mister before it adds a layer of coy playfulness that Benedict quite enjoy.

He plants a kiss to the corner of Silver's mouth (mostly because he misses the mouth entirely) and sits back on his heels with a pensive look.

"Does anyone ever call you John?"