[The large man that Silas falls on wakes up with some combination of a snort and a yelp. At first, he looks agitated and ready to start a fight, but as his eyes adjust to the dark and he makes out the form of the person on his chest his expression changes. His eyes half-lid as his lips curve into a smarmy grin, and without any hesitation he'll heft one muscular arm over Silas's back to keep him from escaping.]
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Well, well. Someone's forward.