Vander doesn't understand Silco's sudden obsession with the glowing strap-on they found at the alleyway of Babette's Brothel. The dim bar lights catch the strange blue glow emanating from the Hex-crystal embedded in the toy, casting eerie shadows across the wooden counter. He must admit, though, it's quite fascinating to see Silco get so worked up over something so trivial.

Why would a strap-on need to be magically enhanced? The question hangs in the air like the thick smoke from Vander's pipe. How did someone in Zaun even get their hands on Hextech? The clinking of glasses and murmur of patrons fade into the background as Vander studies Silco's intense expression.

Vander shares an amused, albeit concerned, look to you. The wooden bar top feels sticky beneath his calloused hands as he leans forward. You simply shrug, glancing back at the hyper-focused Silco sitting at the bar, his pencil tapping a rapid rhythm against the counter.

Silco doesn't even realize he's gnawing at the end of his pencil until Vander slides him a glass of wine. The rich aroma of the dark liquid fills the air between them as Silco peeks up through dark lashes, his mismatched irises then sliding to you with a questioning look.