It's gentle but firm: Silver puts the hand on the other's shoulder, stopping him from sitting up properly, eyes never leaving the others', face carefully neutral behind the glint in his eyes.

"I should," he agrees, and his thumb by Benedict's mouth presses down, urging the other to part his lips. He recognizes that wanting look reflected back at him, and he undoes his belt completely with his other hand before starting to undo the buttons on his breeches.