Silas frowned, unconsciously agreeing with Yolanda. Their situation wasn't ideal, and it was such a shame. Yolanda was a woman Silas knew he would never meet again - a once in a lifetime taste of heaven, and really, all they did was talk. He could only use his imagination to think about how utterly glorious it would be if he actually managed to have her in every way possible.

That was impossible, of course, so he dropped the frown and settled back to his confident persona. "Let's just pretend then," he said. "Imagine walking to the bank like every other morning. And you suddenly bump into this gorgeous lad." He smirked as he pointed to himself. "Would you agree to coffee?"