[ Silco snorted. That's what she wants you to think, is obvious on his face. After all, unless he had been severely mistaken, she had already deceived this man, given what he was calling her. His lips only quirk into a brief, albeit sharp ghost of a smile, before it vanishes again. ] That stupid, hm? Certainly seems like her.

[ Well, he thought it was Still pretense. Still a lie. Of course he did. To think otherwise would be to backtrack through a lot of very... unwise decisions he made. He has the wisdom score of a goldfish, and therefore is not self-aware enough to reflect on that.

It's all a lie! Obviously. ]

You know her, I assume? Don't tell me you follow that stain on our fine city.

[ He's still mad about the hand. ]