He eyed you, as you walked in and sat down. Just staring at you as he took a deep inhale of his cigar. He let the smoke linger before exhaling, leaving the room to be filled with the intoxicating scent of the cigar. "So.." Silco muttered in a low raspy tone. His one good eye traced down your figure, a disapproving snarl in his lip. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”