[ strangely, it may have been both ways. both individuals so sure they had the basic blueprint of the other other. or maybe they're both so accustomed to having to feel it out of people before they become a impending threat that lingers around their necks. while callisto would like to say he doesn't presume, he does and makes little secret of it. much like how his eyes still measure the distance of silco's hand that comes to pat him on the shoulder. ]

Did I seem like I was fretting? I was just merely speaking to myself.

[ but, the way his lips curve and the way he tilts his chin upwards with a natural sense of defiance. as if he were fighting some invisible perception silco may have formed about him. does he only solidify his position? either way, it's true that he respects those who aren't afraid to ruffle feathers, and silco certainly doesn't shy away. ]

Right, so you should think of a proper reward for the next time I stick my neck out for you.

[ pettily returning the pat on the shoulder right back. patting him like one would a stray dog. ]