[ Silco's eye blinked, but the other just stared at the boy for a long moment. Searching, piercing. As if he can see something deeper than the bluster, as if he's trying to meter out the reality and the pretense. Nobody who talks themselves up as much as Tony has is doing anything other than covering for themselves, and Silco knows it. he knows what that sounds like, given how many people try to make themselves act and be bigger than they really were, where he was from.

His lips twitched. ]

How many have you won for us thus far?

[ He asked, his tone curious. ]

I would be more than happy to put in a good word for you, if you've been pursuing shards with dedication.