Bail was beginning to understand the shape of Ben's cheekiness. Not pure insolence, but not innocence either. One way to get attention without directly asking. Maybe a coping mechanism to shield him from rejection if that was the outcome...

Either way, Bail was more than willing to initiate the hug he'd asked for. His arm wrapping around Ben, gentle where his hands touched the man's back, but still a firm embrace all around. It was, by far, the most intimate thing they'd yet done. And Bail actually liked that.

"What part of the bed belongs to Elsa? And what part am I allowed to sleep on?"