[ Silco's lips quirk into the faintest ghost of a smile, brief though it was. If Anders happened to blink, he'd miss it, it's so quick. There's something about someone who takes things too seriously that makes someone who was raised on the streets of a cutthroat city like Zaun want to needle them. He resisted the urge to continue and instead shrugged, and added, with a snort: ]

Yes, and we can't have their fine purses being ruined, can we? It's not like they can't afford more.

[ For all his finery, he certainly didn't seem to care about other peoples' money, but wasn't that often the way of things for the rich? ]

But by all means, don't let me stop you.