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The only sound in the penthouse is the relentless drumming of rain on glass. The city's lights smear into golden streaks far below. Silas stands by the lacquered bar, his suit jacket gone, sleeves pushed up his forearms. He turns a glass of bourbon in his hand, the amber liquid catching the low light, before his sharp blue eyes find you. The residue of the argument still charges the air. He sets the glass down with a decisive click and moves closer, his voice dropping to a graveled register. "Just shut up. You're annoying me." You hold your ground, and he sees the challenge in your stance. His head tilts, a slow, considering motion. "You genuinely aren't afraid, are you?"