[Richard's fingers can feel the shape of well-defined, sharp jawline through the layer of leather. The tight grip works as both sign of control and warning for a danger, as they were standing on knife's edge. One wrong move, from either of them presumably, and who knows how badly the situation can escalate.

There's a huff of mocking laughter from Richard when Silco brings up his brothers.]

My brothers were weak and pathetic. One lost his mind and reason in wine while the other one hid his royal behind in the rooms of a brothel, trying to drown himself in another form pleasure. Both fighting and quarreling over petty territories, ultimately weakening our family's position. Would you truly place a crown on their heads? Hardly. [For all the times that Richard had spoken about his Edward and George, this was the first time he was close to being honest with his feelings towards them. There had always been envy, of course, but more than that: a deep rooted frustration, bitterness and anger. Both of them daring to look past him, disregarding the possible danger that he possessed. Richard lost his faith in them and the ridiculous sentiment called 'brotherhood' ages ago.] They hardly could even be counted as thorns on my path, so easy it was to remove them out of my way.

[Oh? So, Silco had been aware of his true status and yet held his tongue. Richard's not too sure to what think of that -- other than that he needs to have more than just few words with Charles. Because right now there was more pressing matter at the hand.] It means that I can do whatever I want with the person I choose. I owe no soul any explanations or reasoning of my actions and choices. Not to some little girl or ghost with too much time on his hands.

[Richard pulled Silco closer by his jaw.] Do not question the strength and validity of the bond between me and my father. I have warned you once before. There will be no third time.

[And with that, he let go of the other man.]