"The pleasure's mine." he means it, too, and for a moment he's caught, frozen, distracted by Benedict Bridgerton's ridiculously crooked smile.

Just as the other's about to leave--really leave--Silver grabs at the other's wrist. It's a simple gesture, but one he uses to pull the other closer, making sure they're close enough. He doesn't waste too much time, either, because his free hand moves to touch the other's jaw, guiding him closer for a kiss.

It's a proper one, Silver's hand steadying Benedict, gentle if he wants to pull away but firm enough the other can lean in. The hand that had grasped Benedict's wrist to pull him in now rests at the small of his back, a half embrace as he gives the other a full, proper kiss, nothing like what had happened last night.