"It must be interesting, getting to know different people." Silo mused, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans this time rather than those of his jacket. He nodded in thanks when the doors were held open for him, smiling briefly to Salazar. Silo wasn't always specifically.. Social.. But he tried, usually. Sometimes however, it seemed that some people just didn't catch his interest. Salazar definitely wasn't one of these people. He found the vampire impossibly interesting, with so much history behind him that Silo doubted he'd ever really find it all out. "Straight black?" Silo made a face while scrunching his nose, most similar to a child turning up their nose to broccoli, or something distasteful.<br/><br/>"I can barely drink it without cream or milk," He humored, though making sure to keep this in mind. Once reaching the silver car, Silo waited for the doors to be unlocked before climbing into the passenger seat, buckling in just as quickly as before. "So.." He trailed off after Salazar had gotten into the car as well. "How long have you owned the bookshop?" He curiously inquired, a brow slightly risen. "Did you buy it?" He paused only briefly. "Do you live upstairs, or somewhere else?" Silo knew that buildings such as the bookshop usually had upper levels, that usually housed the owner. But, occasionally they were rented out to anyone else.