Benjy glared at her when she elbowed him, feeling his bottom lip sticking out ever-so-slightly in a pout. Clearly, she had no intention of leaving. Possibly, his sarcasm and the opportunity for snarky retorts was making the prospect of sticking around even more appealing for her. "Fine, then," he conceded. "I suppose I'll just have to take a number and get in line in order to determine which Stalker I am, once and for all. I am a Ravenclaw, though," he pointed out, raising a cocky eyebrow at her. "I'm sneaky and clever. I'm sure I could bump off a few of the ones ahead of me and get a better spot, if you give me a bit of time."
Benjy paused for a moment, looking at Marlene with consideration, then looking back at his pile of folded blankets. He pursed his lips, thinking about it for another few seconds before sighing and shrugging to himself. He picked up the blankets again and tossed them onto the ground. "I will admit that it isn't usually the maiden-deflowering knights who sleep in towers. I suppose that makes me the beautiful princess this time. Charming as you are," he winked at her roguishly, and sat down on one of the folded up blankets, "you can rescue me from my tower any time you please. Just don't expect me to put out too soon. I'm not that kind of girl." He gestured at Marlene to take the other blanket pile if she wanted it. It would beat sitting on the stone floor of the tower, in any case. "If you're going to hover around for a while, I suppose we could try and study together," Benjy suggested.