"I assure you there's nothing to forgive. We always want for what we don't have, isn't that what they say? If I were to go all the time, I'd yearn for him, but I stay so I yearn for something else. I hadn't expected it to be quite like this, though."

Benedict allows himself a smile, hoping to ease anything that might be lurking to spoil the mood entirely.

"And yourself? Where are you fortunate to call home?"