Silas just chuckled. Yolanda seemed to have returned to her earlier attitude - prior to getting to know each other. Well, Silas supposed, they really hadn't gotten each other that well yet. He hoped there would be time for that later, but he wouldn't hold his breath.

"People have said I cook like a god," he stated proudly, his chest puffing out before him. It was true, though. In the gang, he was the one cooking them up meals that were leagues better than the mush they'd all grown up with. It was a bit of a surprise that Silas seemed to have a knack for flavour, but it was definitely a welcomed surprise. If he couldn't woo a girl with his charms - which was near to never - he could just place a dish before them and panties would drop.

He held his hands up defensively. "Hey. I'll keep my hands to myself if you will."