"Greedy," Benedict remarks with a smirk, reaching down to pull his shirt up over his head and bearing his back, lovely and smooth as he no doubt prefers to keep it. "I'll be cross if you come before I've even touched you."

It's an intentional jibe, the mockery (and amusement) visible in his eyes as he looks back over his shoulder again, standing to begin working on the fly of his trousers. He still keeps his back turned for the sake of mystery, but takes care to arch his spine in a way that enhances the curve of his hind end, inviting Allumin to look at it.

He's a thinly-built fellow, so it's of a modest size, but not without its charms.