Silco held up a hand, declining the offer. This man had already expressed an interest in experiments, and while Silco didn't think he would be so bold... Silco was not in the business of... trusting. Certainly not someone he'd just met in the past month. His lip curled up, a little bit, at the observation, though.

"Many times over, in fact," he admitted, and brushed at his lapel, idly. He sniffed, as if gathering its thoughts. "During the fight, it was the third time it dared to try and kill me."

The first time might have barely counted, but Silco remembered it still, trying to pull him down deeper, into that quiet, still water. As if he was finally letting go, as if -- his memory stopped there -- violent like when he'd lashed out, his fingers broke the surface and lashed out again -- visibly to Crane, his eye twitched, as he thought of it. "First when it was merely a disease, then last month again, when I startled it out of the man you see lashed up, and then thirdly, just the other day," a chuckle, then. "It's almost as if I offend its very existence, hm?"