[The gentle and calculated brush on his hand does come as surprise. Silco had not always reacted positively to Richard's requests to perform tasks that would usually fall for servants, so this initiative is certainly surprising. But very much welcomed.

As one can presume, Richard did not allow this to just anyone. No soul was allowed in his quarters - aside from the two men who he trusted the most. So, that offered Silco such access to his body, in bed and outside of it, was a sign of immense trust on his part. A proof that he felt safe around the man to be his true self. And it pleased him greatly that the other man could somewhat understand why moments like these, of quiet and casual affection, meant much for him.

It made him feel cherished. Just for a moment.]

Hah. You are sounding more and more like a boogie man from children's tale. Is that why you adorn yourself in red? [He snorts an amused laughter. Once the buttons are done he slightly nods towards the trousers left in the chair.] What about it? I wear a plated armor with chainmail. Though mine is normally black and I added sharp talon-like edges to my fingers. [Now who's being dramatic about his appearances.]

Of course not. Blackie needs exercise too.