"I don't think that's possible," Silver says earnestly, taking his own drink and thanking Charlotte with a smile.

"I find a man who's capable of appreciating good food and capable of holding good conversation to be incredibly important to keep by me." He smiles, and for the first time in what feels like forever (the bar seat he'd been at was merely a stool), he leans back. The contended sigh he gives out is definitely audible, and after he downs half of his pint in a go, he sets it down to stretch his arms. He's not on duty, after all. He can be a little more himself.

"Besides, I'd hate to miss the window of saying we're friends when you get famous for your artwork."