The kiss is even better this way, somehow, and if ever Benedict's eyes were going to fill with little cartoon hearts, it would be now. His head follows after Allumin as he pulls away, but Benedict is too fascinated to actually protest. This guy? This guy?

He's given pause by the hair tie, feeling a little skittish based on the uncertain set of his brow.
"I want to see it first," he says quietly, sheepishly, knowing this is a game and feeling a bit of guilt for disrupting it. He holds out his hand in silent request-- there's clearly a history here, and he wants to be sure there's nothing to genuinely fear.