He glances up just in time for that smile, soft and with a small nod. It's just in time to catch that little crooked smile, not quite bashful but so very endearing. Silver's well aware he shouldn't look at someone who's technically his boss like that, but...

Well. Benedict Bridgerton is incredibly, insanely attractive. That's not his fault.

"The result," he says after a small moment to think. "Quickest way to a person's stomach is food--have you ever met a person with a full stomach that was cross? It's impossible."

He seems amused with himself, pre-heating the oven, still getting everything ready. "It's relaxing to me," he says after a while, and perhaps it's a more serious answer. "I don't have to think about anything beyond the recipe."