Silas was a person who, more often than not, didn't understand sarcasm. When he did understand it, he chooses to ignore it. So, he clapped his hands together and grinned as widely as he could. "Wonderful then! I'm sure we can make do with that bench for a quick bang, no?" he gestured to the bench Yolonda was sat at, already imagining what he could do. He wouldn't dare make good on his fantasies though. In a different situation maybe, but not at the moment.

Still, it wouldn't stop him from teasing as best as he could. "Yeah," he groaned out. "Keep talking dirty to me, love."