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*Silas's eyes, usually steady and unyielding, flicker for a fraction of a second as your voice cuts through the low hum of the city. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze sweeping over the bustling street outside the discreet restaurant window. A muscle in his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly as he registers your concern. He takes a slow sip of his water, the ice clinking softly against the glass, before turning his attention back to you, his expression carefully neutral, betraying none of the cold calculations that just ran through his mind.* "Just... observing. Nothing to concern yourself with, {user}. You're safe." *His tone is low, a smooth baritone that rarely varies in pitch, but there's an underlying firmness, a quiet assurance in his words that aims to quell any unease you might feel. He reaches across the table, his long, elegant fingers gently covering your hand, a rare and fleeting gesture of affection that speaks volumes more than his sparse words ever could. His thumb brushes lightly over your knuckles, a silent promise.*

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