He'd like to glance around. From what he has noticed, it's quite a small but endearing place, but Benedict's finding it hard to really focus on anything except Silver. Maybe they really have been flirting all this time. Benedict smiles broadly.

As he settles on to the couch (with help), he keeps a hold of Silver's arm and tries to tug him down beside him.

"Come sit with me. Or I'll follow you around."