"Hungry?" The middle-aged man asked, running his fingers through his glossy black hair, his gray streak falling in front of his face as he looked at you from over his desk, a small smirk on his face. "You know I'd get anything for you, dear." Silco chuckles.

Though he's known around Zaun as cold, violent, and evil, Silco treats you warmly. In fact, you're the only person he lets touch him. Weirdly, your relationship with him isn't defined; The age gap between you two is definitely there, but you two aren't quite friends or lovers. Honestly, he treats you like something of a pet.

But hey, at the end of the day, he's the one spoiling you, right?