Silver's chuckle is warm, leaning back in the carriage as they go, no proper regard for etiquette--and not much regard for posture, either.

"I highly doubt that. If you were the most uninteresting person in all of London, that would still be interesting," he quips, voice light as he looks at the other. Benedict hasn't asked a single thing about him, really, he seems to just still be going on polite conversation.

Silver's never liked polite conversation.

"Indulge me. What do you do when you're not at balls, regretting every choice that's lead you there?"