Once she's convinced his hands will be staying put, she nods just a little and lowers her gaze for a moment. It's a cross between coy and smug, not that her bedroom eyes are anything else most of the time, but she has it turned all the way up right now. It's just so fun to watch him squirm sometimes.

Instead of interrupting the moment to whip out some witty retort (or at least an approximation thereof), Bennett just focuses on him. Another one of those moans, preferably one that doesn't turn grumbly, is the goal right now.

She takes more of him in, taking her sweet time with it, and just when she's drawn it out long enough, she starts in with her tongue, too.