It was worth a shot, though a part of Silver finds himself relieved. He's come to like Benedict in their few interactions, and having to use him to further his gain seems like such a waste of a perfectly good fuck buddy situation.

Instead, he finds himself wondering if Benedict is aware that the vast majority of tabacco and sugar and rum he's had are most likely stolen or fought over with blood. How a simple barrel of goods can make or break someone like Silver, if they're not careful.

Maybe there are some things he'd be better to find out. He leans back.

"You want to ingragiate yourself towards this crew, correct?"