Silas chuckled, but it was dry and humourless. "Nothing gets past you, huh?" Never one to divulge his troubles to his friends, much less to a person that was barely above a stranger, he attempted to continue and make light of the situation.

"You know, being in a room filled to the brim with cash and a very beautiful lady," he grinned, a bit more believeable this time around, "I oughta be happy. I'm probably the luckiest man in the world right now, and the extra time is just cherry on top of everything."

He raised a brow. "Don't tell me you're not into this? Cured of your stockholm syndrome already?"