Before any sort of advancement, any sort of word, he takes a long drink of his coffee and eyes Benedict up and down over the rim of the mug. It's intentional how over-observant it is, easy to follow the way Allumin's gaze lingers before ascending further up his body until it reaches his eyes. Then, he sets the mug aside again and moves closer on his hands and knees, perching in front of him. His hands lightly ghost along the outside of his thighs until they reach the hip, and then his fingers press deep into his skin and he drags his hands back down - firm, but gentle in that there are no nails in the grip.

His mouth hovers near Benedict's groin, breath hot against him. He looks up at him, and then - instead of a more obvious implication, he moves to plant a kiss on the scar. He lets his lips linger there for a moment before rising up to his feet, tracing over the scar on Benedict's neck with his fingers before planting a kiss on that one too.

"And would you punish me if I did? I wonder what you'd consider appropriate..." His voice is low again, vibrating through his lips against Benedict's skin.