Silver doesn't miss a beat as the other puts himself down, a smirk on his face. "Those are the perfect prizes, the ones no one realizes are missing until it's too late."

Benedict rises, and Silver would normally stand up by himself to prove a point, but there's something about the other. He can't describe it--it's the look, or the half-lopsided smile, or the fact that Benedict doesn't seem to either pity him or look at him in fear.

He allows himself to be helped up, though he doesn't say a thing about it, and the stairs are done on his own time (and significantly slower, something he's used to by now.)

"A carriage," He says, as if this whole concept is amusing to him (it is), and once they're on the main floor once more, he stops and glances over at Benedict.

"Wait but a moment, will you?" His gaze flicks over to Max, who is how talking to Rackham.