On the contrary, I've noticed you worry too often about a great many other people and things. [An observation from a long-standing observer of people, offered on the back of a smile that curls one side of his mouth.] But you're coming out of your shell.

[Yes, it's still a bit of a teasing compliment, but it's also true in his eyes. Benedict seems to have lived most of his life in safety--the safe, mild-mannered, and appropriate corners of high society. As someone who's lived in the knavish, misbehaving corners, it's a treat to be a part of his venturing out, crossing the dividing line...

... but not to retreat back to Grosvenor Square with its scent of roses and lilacs.

At that, Kit stops, half-turned from the stand with drink half-raised, to deliver a narrow-eyed look of protest. You wouldn't dare try to quibble him out of victory on a technicality, would you, Benedict Bridgerton?]

Then we'll stay out until the sun rises. [Threats! Somehow Kit's easy, melodious way of speaking gets away as lipstick on the pig of a childish counter.]