[ Sometime later, Silco will certainly remember that expression. Perhaps when he was busy straddling and stabbing Sebastian (ero) or immediately after, when he's running his hands through his hair, trying to put himself back together when all the pieces seem to slough off like sand from his person. His lips thin only slightly at the expression, but as Tezca says nothing, Silco moves on, like it was perhaps confusion about a demon's existence in the same way that he experienced. ]

Would you believe it? [ He asked, with a soft chuckle, like he was imparting a joke on Tezca, his lips covered by his cigar and hand, as if he were laughing into it. ]

It's on her face.

[ He'd seen it, when it had fallen. The shape of it, so obvious on her face. She thought she had nothing to fear, that it could be obviously expressed on her face, and yet. ]

As for quick fingers...

[ He gestured with his hand, as if he could manifest something between his fingers around his cigar. ]

Well. I did grow up a street kid in a place similar to Kowloon. They're old skills, but they tend to stick.