[ Silco snorted, but sat. He was not so desperate for drink, but neither was he hurting for the funds to pay for drinks, after all, the only think Silco seemed to purchase with any voracity, was cigars. Speaking of, he pulled one out, put it in his mouth, and clipped it, before he paused. Amos may notice, his other hand never left his pocket. He'd carried the glasses with one hand, too. ]

You don't smoke, do you?

[ He asked, and would he have been kind enough to offer one if Amos said yes? It's possible. He seemed in a way, and people tended to... remember when a kindness was shown their way. Silco looked him over, curious. ]

I didn't see you, when we got back to Achamoth.

[ He said, before he lit his cigar. ] I didn't expect to find you opting to lurk down here in... squalor.