Continuing to lie splayed in front of Allumin, Benedict feels a shiver pass over him at the tone of the man's voice and the set of his gaze. It's a little bit frightening, being ordered to do something in this way, and he finds that he likes it all the more as a result.

Sitting up, he begins to unlace the front of his shirt, partially turning to glance primly at Allumin over his shoulder. He was given an order, it's true, but he's going to push at it, do it his way, until convinced otherwise.