[Was it that Silas was bad at picking times to drink or Oscar was good at choosing his timings? Hard to say. He is delighted by getting Silas to sputter, though.]

You said it yourself, Silas, I'm a man of extremes! [he leans back in his seat a little and he'll kick his feet if given the room. It's an almost giddy amount of energy that should truly chafe against Silas' own tiredness. It was a curse but a sometimes enviable curse.]

As much as they didn't want a traitor in their midst, someone must have acted in a way to set that ablaze. I'm hardly the worst person that's become a druid. [He was the best worst person. There was a difference.]