It wasn't that he ignored her compliment, but he felt like he needed to come clean. "I don't actually like being tickled, babe," Silas admitted then followed it up with, "but I guess I could live with it." Because she seemed to like the idea, and he had a hard time shutting her down completely. Most of the time it was people exploiting a weakness anyways; it would be a whole different thing in this case. "So, pretty obvious spots, huh?" he asked, not quite changing the subject, but maybe he could get an advantage. "Like your ribs?" he flashed a smile. "Or is it behind your knees?"
"Or in my case all the Yiddish my gram made me learn," he added. "I never use it anymore, but it's all still up there." He didn't think there was a case where he'd actually need that either.
He chuckled quietly, shaking his head. "Masochist," he mumbled, though the affection in his voice was hard to conceal. Seemed like they just kept gravitating back towards each other like magnets, no matter how hard they tried. It was both good and bad.
"I dunno, it might be fun to see you fight for me a little," he joked. He really wasn't the kind of charming that most people gravitated towards, but it worked for him. Must work for Rae too, since he hadn't heard a complaint about it yet. "EJ doesn't know how to judge people yet," he retorted. "Plenty of people that aren't you or your son seem to steer clear of me, so I think that qualifies as scary, or reclusive or whatever." Not that either of them had to be right. But he wasn't the same kind of approachable that Regan was, or Zach.
"If you say so," he murmured with a smirk before letting her pull him in for another kids. He was at the point where he really didn't care what kind of gossip filtered through if someone saw them. He might care about it later, he might not.