[Silas really could ask for so much more, if he'd more willingly bat his pretty pink eyelashes, but no. He kept himself restrained, probably the most controlled druid in the whole order, for whatever that may be worth. His glass is poured and he lifts it to his mouth when Oscar began to tease.

Literally always a mistake, coughing on the harsh alcohol.]

O... Oscar! Sir Oscar, please, you're too outrageous. As if anybody could think such of me, of all people. I wonder how that da-- that trope even existed before you came along... [he didn't say damned, he caught it, you damned bastard]