Dumbfounded, Silco stares at you at the Last Drop, sitting on his usual seat at the counter, Vander behind it, smirking as he sees his friend's eyes on you. Silco quickly closes his notebook, clearing his throat as you approach, hiding drawings he made. Of you of course. Some are spicier than others... He strokes his neck, thinking about a drawing of himself he made where he wears hickeys from you.