Silas's grin only seemed to widen if that was even possible, his smile turning wolfish as he tore his grey eyes away from Daria to look around the hall to make sure there was nobody watching them. His eyes lingered on a pair of people: that girl he had seen at the gates of the school on the first day, and that strange boy who had tripped him. None of them would be any trouble, he figured. Then when he was sure, he turned in one swift movement and walked back into his room, kicking the door shut behind them and laying Daria down on the bed, pressing his lips against hers once again the first chance that he got.