[Well, Silco is right in his assumption that this situation is indeed something that someone in Richard's position would be entitled to. It was part of attendant's job to help their lord or lady to clean up and dress for the day. Not that Richard ever allowed servants to enter his chambers, always doing these things on his own despite knowing the rumor mill that his antics would create among his serving staff. But that was low price to pay for life-saving privacy. There had ever been only three people in his life that he had shared his secret. Two men who had sworn to follow him into the hell -- and Silco.]

Anything that is truly mine. [Simple as that. The answer might paint him greedy and petty, but so be it. Richard wasn't someone who'd let his own to go so easily or share it.

The quick halt in Silco movements tells him that his line of thought had hit its mark. Though, it seems that the situation was more complicated than what he had initially thought. A memory of Jinx's previous outburst comes to his mind. She had sent him once the aggressive, borderline threatening message him that Richard had barely been able to read.]

Your daughter once reached out to me. She was upset over something that you had forced her to admit while you kept secrets from her. She seemed to want to pin the blame on me. Is this related to that?