Sounds like you ought to start now, then, instead of sitting here talking to me — as flattered as I would be if that were how you preferred to spend your time.

[ With a cool smile, Howl has comfortably slid back into his charming yet distinctly closed-off default. While the wizard may not know the other man very well, he does get the feeling that Silco has given more thought to some of this than he's letting on, and that inclines him to caution. Of course, what Howl might really be picking up on is the lingering remnants in the air of something else, of his delivery to the Regent at Silco's hands. But, it's such an intangible, vague vibe, and Howl is so far from caring who was responsible for it, much less who it was, that he does not connect the dots. ]

You could always ask one of the magic-users for help figuring it out, too. [ Howl does of course include himself in that group, but he conspicuously does not volunteer. ]