Silver smiles at the way he bows his head. It's demure, almost lacking confidence--it's surprisingly endearing. Benedict himself is, and it's been so long for Silver to not feel threatened or to have to worry about someone inevitably backstabbing him. Perhaps Benedict has an ulterior motive, but Silver highly doubts it. He's fantastic at reading people.

Max and Silver share a quick word, and she leans forward and kisses him on the cheek--more for politeness, Silver assumes, in a world he's unfamiliar with. He likes Max, and as his gaze flicks across the room, he catches Benedict's gaze lingering a little longer than necessary. At first he thinks it's Max, and who would blame Benedict--she's gorgeous, and Silver's been lucky enough to bein her bed all those years ago--before he glances at Max.

Max's brow raises.

"Go be happy for the night," she whispers, all honeyed words and beautiful voice, and Silver can't help but grin. If anyone can tell who's looking at who and why, it's Max as she all but confirms it: Benedict's gaze is lingering on Silver, not Max.

Go and be happy for the night indeed.

By the time he's made his way back to Benedict, Rackham has not only returned but he's got a small gaggle of women titterinig over some of his stories, and Silver rolls his eyes at Benedict.

"Let us depart before I have to hear another word out of Captain Rackham's mouth about his trials and tribulations on the high seas."