Usually Rylee was completely okay with silence. However this time she felt uncomfortable. Probably because minutes ago they had their hands all over each other about to do the deed and now they were sitting here. Not to mention with every passing second Silas got more and more sobver, and more likely to recognize who she was. She wasn't looking forward to that.

Her eyes flicker towards him briefly as his fingers tap against the desk. Was he going to say something? Should she say something? Shit. How was she going to get out of this now? It was awkward now. Now if they had done the deed and he'd fallen asleep. It would be easy to slip away and just write a note. But she didn't think he'd ever sleep now....

She listens quietly as he speaks. Damn, that was wrong of whoever he'd slept with. She may hate someone, but she'd never hate someone that much. Also, she'd probably not get rid of the baby. She had a thing about getting rid of babies... After all, that'd almost happen to her and in then end she technically was gotten rid of. She blinks at him, what was the likelyhood of her getting pregnant? There was no way in hell she was healthy enough to sustain herself and a baby. Would that keep her body from having one? "I don't think I have a high possibility of becoming pregnant." Came her quiet answer.

Did Rylee really want to have sex? Honestly she didn't know, it was something she knew of, but something she had never experienced. Good or bad. She knew what came from sex, and she knew the pains. But, in terms of kids, Rylee didn't really want any. To have a kid while living on the streets? That would be terrible on both her and the kid.

Rylee holds Silas' gaze, unsure what to say now. It was true, she thought. There was no way in hell she was healthy enough to produce a baby. She just hoped he didn't pity her. She didn't want pity.

Rylee watches still partly wary as Silas gets up to sit beside her. Though she flinches when he takes her hand, she doesn't pull away. Simply nodding slightly in agreement with him, definitely not ready. Though a small smile crosses her lips as he kisses her knuckles.

"It's fine. Now that I really think about it, I don't think I'm ready for..." She makes a vague gesture at the bed. Sex. She'd never had much physical contact and to make such a jump in terms of physical contact. It freaked her out slightly.

She was feeling relieved, now that she was truly thinking. Seeing that if they had continued, they'd be naked... All over each other no doubt. And when she woke up the next morning, would she freak out? Would she finally realize exactly what she'd done? There was definitely a part of her that was glad that they stopped.

But a greater part of her wanted to get out. If Silas became completely sober and realized who she was, she was screwed. And though she felt drawn to him, and not just cause they'd made out for the last hour or so, but... She just felt drawn to him. She knew she had to get out, else she end up back in jail.

And yet, he was making it very hard to leave. She smiles slightly at his words,"It's fine. And I won't be kicking you." The idea amused her though. Though her body was filled with shock when he leaned against her, even if it was very light and very little contact. Though she soon relaxes against him. Damn, he really was making it hard to leave.

Nice and slow... Rylee was okay with that. She wasn't a fan of change, especially not fast change. And all of this was change. It was different and she would admit it to herself that it was slightly freaking her out. She'd never been in a house, at least not like this. She'd always entered one to steal food. Food for herself and food for Maverick, but that was it.

When Silas moved closer, it made Rylee shiver slightly, especially when she felt his breath across her hair. She still doesn't do anything though, simply staying relaxed against him. Was he becoming sober? Was he about to realize who she was? Would he be disgusted? Angry? Shocked? Hopefully shocked, it would give her more time to get away.

"Yeah. I'm sure." And then he was leaning closer and his hand was on her chin. Her head moves with his hand, allowing their eyes to meet and at the look in his eyes... Rylee's heart hitches slightly. What was happening? She was feeling so confused.

She had no words. Though she shivered as she watched his eyes move to her lips. Would she complain or push him away if he kissed her again? No. Would she kiss back? Probably.

Rylee was confused. She had no idea what was happening or how she was feeling. What if they did go further? What if it just happened? What would Rylee do? She knew she most likely would not get pregnant. But what about tomorrow morning? Or she supposed later morning, since it was already technically tomorrow.

She knew he was looking at her lips, but she didn't know what to do? Would he kiss her? Did she want it? Did he want it? Was it only the alchol that controlled him? Or was he sober yet? Probably not sober since he still hadn't recognized her. Or, perhaps because she'd cleaned up so nicely, he didn't recgonize her. There was no telling.

"Thank you." She whispers back. She'd always felt awkward about her eyes. They were such an odd color, even her brother's didn't have the grey eyes. They had blue. But for some reason, Rylee had grey eyes. She was pretty sure she got them from an ancestor.