"Poor thing," Bene mocks, and takes a long pull, sinking down further onto the cushions as he exhales.

"I mean. ...yes and no." His cheek mushes into the pillow as he talks, lounging splayed across the pile like a lazy cat.

"I didn't like it, it hurt. But I also sort of..." He blushes, "...thought about how upset you'd be, if I didn't do what you said. Not that you have to hit anyone for that, but."

He shifts position again, clearly struggling to get comfortable.

"...I mean, it's a bit hard to forget about."