Ah, and wasn't that interesting. "Oldest and Dearest" meant quite a bit, didn't it? Silco was sharp, and he tucked that knowledge away in his pocket, to keep that under consideration for later. After all, if Emet-Selch had an old dear friend, could that not be used for later? If needed, of course.

Not that Silco thought that they would have to anytime soon, but...

"Hm, yes, I suppose I do. We met early on, when we both arrived to Horos," he said, and his tone is idle, almost amused. He wouldn't call Emet-Selch a friend, but... he at least knew where he stood. Not enemies, but he recognized a fellow... beast waiting in the wings. "I'm sure he's quite happy to have you here."

Which is a sentiment that he understands, at least. For now.