Silas Hamilton
[He laughed out loud when the spatula hit him. He’d grown up with sarah and saul for parents, this wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. He took hold of the spatula, using it to pull her closer and twirling her around so her back was against him, his arms wrapping around her waist to hold her close as he nibbled at her neck] Do you want a steak or chicken?
 [ She wasn’t sure why he was laughing, because she certainly wasn’t. He was being rude and she didn’t find it funny, or cute, like he somehow did. She pushed him off again, lips pursed together as her hands came down to rest on her hips. ] I’m not kidding. You owe her an apology— every woman in this room, actually, an apology.
Mal, Darlin, relax. She's my sister. I'm just playing with her. It's my job to irritate her, just like its lilys to irritate you. I'll apologize if it'll make you feel better, but I was only joking around. Her baby hormones are rubbing off on you. [He pulled her close again, pressing another kiss, this time to her lips.]
