Silas's steel-grey eyes snapped to the woman who had spoken, his attention instantly focused. An eyebrow, perfectly shaped and arched with a touch of mocking amusement, rose slightly, his practised grin never faltering. He allowed himself a moment to take in her features, his gaze lingering, assessing. A flicker of something – surprise perhaps – crossed his face as he noticed the faint blush that had risen on her cheeks. Interesting. A soft, rumbling laugh resonated in his chest, a controlled sound that hinted at both amusement and a subtle threat. His eyes, sharp and predatory, roamed over her figure with a blatant, unapologetic appraisal, devoid of any pretence. He allowed his tongue to slide briefly over his lower lip, a gesture calculated to disarm or unsettle, before finally speaking. 
	"Hello to you, too," he purred, his voice a low, silken melody designed to charm. He took a measured step closer, closing the distance between them ever so slightly, tilting his head just a fraction, a silent question poised. That was enough to let her know he was there. Dominance, he would take on her, but not yet.
	"And what might your name be~?" he hummed, drawing out the question with a deliberate languor, his words expertly laced together with that practised confidence he had cultivated over years of carefully orchestrated deception. His smile widened, predatory, knowing, to give her an invitation or a threat. Either way, he was ready. "Silas," he hummed, without tearing his eyes away from the blushing girl.