"Pffft. Sorry to tell you think but you're kind of stuck with me." Silas said with a little dismissive wave at the idea that he was just going to up and disappear one day without warning on her. "Now when you get sick of me, well that's when you're really screwed." He added with a lope-sided grin.
"What? You mean this alabaster glow isn't the result of an insane and unhealthy amount of sun exposure? I can't believe it!" The horn teen stated in mock-surprise as he acted as if he'd just heard the most unbelievable and shocking news ever.
"Mmm," Silas murmured as he returned her kiss and got comfortable with her against him once more, "Most you say? What happens to the ones I don't get back? Should I be worried about my shirts turning up at crime scenes or being worn by goblins?"