“Heh, you’re not that smart, you did bring a criminal into your home after all, what would your parents think?” Silk said jokingly as she followed Matthew to the table, taking a seat opposite him. She took some soup but left the meat alone. She smiled to herself and shrugged at his question. “Noticed that huh? Kind of guessed you would, being so observant and all. And you’re not wrong. Not exactly. But as a general rule? No I don’t trust people. I've been stung too many times, if you get my drift. You could drop to your hands and knees and swear undying fealty to me and I still wouldn't completely trust you. That’s what a life of crime will do to you, so don't take it personally, okay?” Silk said in a cheerful, nonchalant tone. She blew on the soup to cool it down a little.
She added some salt to the soup and stirred in it. “For example, even though I left my sword by the door, I took a knife from the kitchen. Just in case. Or did I? Maybe I'm not telling the truth. Who knows, maybe you poisoned me, maybe I poisoned you. The point is I have to think like that, all the time,” Silk carried on in that same nonchalant tone as she stirred the soup absent-mindedly with her spoon. She looked at Matthew with a serious expression for a moment before a smile found its way to her lips. “Thank you for the food!” she said before taking a sip of the soup. "Hmm, that is good, you're a great cook."