Silver purposely doesn't answer that, both because leaving some air of mystery is a little fun for him and also because he's fairly certain Rackham is telling a Charles Vane story, and that's a man who's memory is one he figures he ought to respect. Instead, he lifts his brows and gives a half-shrug to the other, making his way to the rather fancy carriage. Silver does need assistance, though it's quick and he uses Benedict's shoulder, not the butler's offered hand, to help himself.

He breathes in heavily as he gets comfortable, both of them opposite from each other, Silver's crutch on his lap.

"It's occurred to me that I know an awful lot about your family but quite little about you. Not what you are--who you are."