Sweet talk

Silver assumed a humble appearance as he smirked at his boots. "Yeh cuts me to teh quick, Captain. I speak nothin 'but my heart at all times." Silver said easily. Angel was beginning to see that Silver had suffered from his namesake etched into his words. Not to mention his voice was almost as scary as his stature, a deep chocolate rumbling, baritone voice plated with granite and a silky layer of sweetness in his tone.