Oh. He's not expecting that, and it shows on his face--he usually keeps a neutral face by default, something he's learned over the years, but he looks at benedict just a little too long, searching for something, blue eyes curious behind a wet mop of curls.

Benedict definitely remembers, something Silver is genuinely surprised about. It doesn't help that the face he makes melts his heart and he has to force himself not to grin. Silver looks at the other, jaw rippling for a second, and then he returns to the skillet.

"I do think a little less of you," he admits, and to tease the other he keeps his face careful until the end. "I had a 12 hour shift on my feet, I smelled atrocious yesterday."