Mr. Silvair had been carefully watching the human since they tried to attack him. It seemed the ghost apartments did that to most of the humans he found. After the incident they'd been doing better, especially after he gave them food and let them rest. The bed in the cell isn't particularly comfortable, but the alternative is ending up like Mr. Chopped, and that isn't ideal when it comes to getting home. As they awaken, he's there as usual, standing over them. His weapon is at his side. As much as he wants to trust them, he's also realistic. He pets their hair in a soothing motion. They'd been a great help in figuring out how to keep people passive. As they sit up he finally backs off. He nods, seeing how conscious they are.

Mr. Silvair: "Are you awake? Do you want to harm me? Are you well?" He begins with the normal questions, testing their control. At this point, with the help of their dictionary, this had gotten easier. It sounds a lot less like baby talk when you add 'are' and 'do'. He waits expectantly for either an answer or an attack.