Silco's smile was false, of course, but wide. He spread his hands.

"Yes, a pleasure. Please, feel free to pay for it again sometime, hm?"

A beat, as he took another sip of his, still long from being finished, for that was the way Silco always operated.

"Oh, and do tell Emet-Selch I said hi, hm? I'm sure he'll want to hear from me."

Or not, but it was more a play, to see if the man would take offense. Something innocuous, a small touch to leave that hanging in the air, so he could find out if the man would bring a complaint to him about it.