[Silas nearly spits his drink again, swallowing before chuckling into his palm. He mouths the term "brush urchin" without actually saying it. Riling up Oscar did make him particularly funny and crass. Silas speaks hushed and laughingly outraged]

Intimacy as an art... surely not. [he scoffs, taking a swig of his booze as he looked to the bartender, who was lighting up a cigar. Silas, again it's so hard to tell if he does it on purpose, gives those sweet, fluttering piggy eye to the man. Silas gets handed a cigarette a moment later, grinning in gratitude. It would be rude of him to outright ask, but the tender was being so kind and thoughtful. Not at all taken with Silas' cute appearance. Nope.]