What visible blush there is intensifies, but the attention isn't unwelcome. As Allumin comes nearer, Benedict occupies his hands by running his fingers through the blond hair, pressing gently on the back of Allumin's head with a pressure that guides but doesn't push.

"Maybe I'd see how red I can make you," he considers lazily, "or maybe I'd tie your hands behind your back and do as I please."