[The pout gets a stern look from Silas, who's not one to get pushed around by such childish behavior. Someone was in need of better manners and a lot less ego, that was for certain. Silas folds his arms over his chest and perks and eyebrow down at the man. He'd look less haughty if he bothered to actually stand up off the man, but that would separate them and Silas would have to get louder.]

As a matter of fact, I don't know, nor do I happen to care. And if it wasn't obvious, I'm no cow. [he's a pig, thank you very much (he doesn't need to say that, actually, it's neither here nor there....)]