[ All Silco knew how to do was hurt, really. He isn't as impassive, though, and he exhaled through clenched, fanged teeth, his single eyebrow drawing down; stress and strain around the edges of only one eye. It's worth it, though, he thinks. A flash of red that makes him think of the large sea beasts under the cold water, lurking where only delving deep could find. ]

That — [ He pushed against him, fingers dug into his neck still, as if ordering him up and off of him. As if he expected him to without a word. ] — hardly appeals.

Another secret, for free, Vergilius.

[ With the shroud pulled back, time seems like it starts moving again; like everything around them had been holding its breath, including the castle itself. It had been longer than a second, but it feels like everything had been encapsulated in one of them. A sharp, fanged smile again — red not from blood, dully reflecting the light of his gaze — it made his smile look bloody.

He tried to push up a little further — it's like a dance. ]

Wouldn't you rather have me around a touch longer, anyway? [ Closer, as he pushes up; trying to push Vergilius up with him. ] Or are you more interested in continuing to hide that part of you that I see so clearly?