Silver notices. That's what Silver does, he notices things and reason that people tick, ways to pry information of favours out of them so he can live his life as unobstructed as possible. Keep one eye on other people at all times, though with Benedict, he finds it's more idle curiousity than self-preservation.

He touches the pistol, and then the sword, and Silver swears Benedict's staring at it so intently he may as well be studying it for some sort of fancy exam. The distraction is more so Benedict can feel more at ease, and as the other scrunches up his face, Silver takes the bottle from him so he can have a generous drink.

He looks better like this, Silver thinks. Still in his finery, but more curious than demure. It's enough to make him look the other over, really look, and he offers the bottle back if he wants it, his other hand moving to the sword to lift it up. He hands it to Benedict, careful not to cut the other or point it in a threatening way.

"It won't bite."