[ For a second, Silco's eyebrows pinch, his gaze darting down to the buttons on his vest as they tremble. He'd as good as asked for a demonstration, he supposes, but it's startling nonetheless — like being startled by a hand on his shoulder, an unusually confident touch. But his brow smooths back out in the next moment, instants before Erik ceases his demonstration.
He has other questions — unavoidably so — but he also has an abundance of time, here, and no need to rush into things. ]
I don't believe we've met.
[ A sweep of his hand, flicking away ash, and a nod of his head. ]
no subject
He has other questions — unavoidably so — but he also has an abundance of time, here, and no need to rush into things. ]
I don't believe we've met.
[ A sweep of his hand, flicking away ash, and a nod of his head. ]
Silco.