[ Pauses truly did say a lot, didn't they? Silco watched, and waited. He didn't feel the need to fill the spaces of silence with anything, and he certainly didn't feel the need to give anything away. Instead, he waited, because he knew Matt would give himself up, either in word, or in lack of word. Silco didn't think Matt was committed, after all. Not like he was. He didn't believe that Matt would be willing, or able to take her in.

So he wanted to make him. Maybe because it was uncomfortable. Maybe because he thought Matt would hate it, but he did want to see him do it. Prove to him, that he was committed to the cause.

Silco didn't even have the blind devotion that others held toward the Regent. It wasn't even that. It was simply... that if he were doing it, he would also do it this way. It made sense. ]

Let's call it... Diplomacy, of a sort. You can convince her to come in willingly, and if she tries to run, well...

[ He shrugged, and using his arms and hands, it looked larger, thanks to the coat that helped dwarf his smaller frame. ] I'll be here. Watching.