[ Silco tugged at the flaps of his jacket, to open them, as if to display the -- frankly remarkably skinny -- frame underneath. ]

Does it look like I need it?

[ Actually...

His lips quirked, regardless. Maybe it's fake, but he doesn't outwardly take any offense to the sarcasm dripping from her tone. Maybe it's because he'd seen that guy react to her, had seen the way he'd reached out immediately and practically had a meltdown in her arrival -- How dare anyone get someone that they want here -- but his tone and smile are in place, sleazy though they are. ]

I'm just saying that it's good to slow down, or not. You don't have to take my advice. It's only a... gentle suggestion.