[ Perhaps it is like meets like. Perhaps he only notices it, only to see it swallowed by confusion, or perhaps it was merely a trick of the light. A glancing blow that's so quick that most wouldn't notice it. Silco, however, knows what to look for -- after all, did he not do the same? Did he not also swallow his anger and confusion so fast that it's nearly imperceptible?

When the boy shoves a drink in his face, he looked down at it. Silco cuts a rather terrifying figure, not from height of course, but the way his eye never blinks, looks down at the boy with a glowing pupil.

The cigar in his hand is foul. There's an agitated energy to the man, as if... as if he's looking for something. As if... there's something he half expected, and did not see. He tapped the cigar to clear the ashes, and they drifted to the ground. ]

No. I don't take drinks from strangers either.

[ Most people would tell the kid that his mother was a smart woman. Silco didn't bother with such niceties. ]

Just toss it, if you're not interested. Next time, I would tell them you don't want what they're offering.