[Silco made a noise in his throat at the idea of an oath. Loyalty by words and swearing upon that God he expected. In his mind, the conversation that they had had previously where they had bound themselves on some level with a few of their secrets was enough for him. Their secrets were hard fought and coveted and to give them away was a show of trust that no 'oath' could bring about. He did not believe in blind loyalty.

No doubt they could dig deep into such a subject, but he had found that when he pushed too hard, Richard simply stopped talking. He wasn't willing to sour his current good mood at survival over an impassioned speech that would have a back turned on him. Debater Richard was not.

He had turned towards the exit of Richard's house by now, hand fishing in his vest pocket for his cigar case.]

Hardly a subject worth discussing, no. Do you wish to continue to discuss your feelings of being a pawn between myself and my daughter?