[ Silco doesn't know what it will be like yet, but Sebastian will understand soon enough that Silco's just as susceptible as Matt was to that hunger. Sebastian's play is perfect, really, as Silco's own ignorance regarding anything metaphysical will absolutely be something he struggled with, like sand through his fingers, when he tried to grasp a concept of it.

As it is, he only thinks of the satisfaction that could come from having a rarely-satisfied hunger sated. ]

Hm, I suppose that's true. A Dryad's quite the novel choice, too. We'll see if it sates your hunger along the way.

[ And, he'd get to do something interesting with it, at the same time. ]

I suppose, though, until it happens...

[ His eyes slid toward the end of the alley, an indication of where Silco was going, and an implicit invitation... if he so chose to join him. ]