[He snorts, not really bothering much to hide the smile on his face. Silas sets aside his booklet and pen to start actually using his healing on the knocked out criminals, careful to not heal them enough to wake them. He'd made that mistake when he was very young and gotten punched in the face at least a couple times. Amateur mistake, nothing he'd do these days.]

I suppose someone ought to keep an eye on you. It would irresponsible if I allowed you to go alone. [all these years and they've never run out of coy little ways to justify their barhopping]