“Well, pardon me young man, excuse the shit out of my goddamn French, but did you just threaten me?” BIG DAVE FOR SILVER WHO IS NOT YET SILVER
“Er–no?” Silver (who is not yet Silver; whose name and persona are something else, another of the many identities he’ll collect over the years) is wisely backing up from the man advancing on him. He wants to stay out of arm’s reach, but David is advancing fast and Silver is stumbling, holding out a hand to say wait, stop, don’t. “I was merely suggesting that your ward would be upset with you, should anything happen to me because of you–”













