I should prefer not to be in your fantasies. Raucous or otherwise. [Silas sounds firm and serious, but the tinge of pink across this face betrays it somewhat. The alcohol causes that, surely, not any idea of Oscar and himself in compromising situations. Silas mind doesn't ever wander like that. Ever.

He swallows nothing, before reaching for his glass, tapping it to be refilled. The bartender comments they should eat some food with that and Silas agrees softly, giving those sweet doe eyes of his to the man, who huffs and asks what they'd like. Silas is quick to answer with the previously discussed fish and chips. Nothing fancy, just filling and greasy. Just what he needs at the end of a long day and with Oscar's pestering.]