Silas thought about clarifying that he had meant his comment to be one of levity when he saw Nicolette's face grow hard, but he could not muster the wherewithal to do so. It was just too much effort, and Nicolette's life was just too short for pedantic nit-picking. For all Silas knew he was now immortal. Functionally immortal, anyway. Then there she was, all soft words and wicked gleam in her eyes. If Silas was not a living dead boy he probably would make a fool of himself, constantly, trying to get into her pants. Even still, he felt a stirring in his pants that was . . . unpleasant . . . in the context of . . . not getting those urges anymore. He shifted uncomfortably, uncomfortable at having an erection.<br/><br/>It was too much effort being aroused.<br/><br/>"Sure." Silas said, the word drawling out from between his pale lips. He sat immobile for a few moments, and then he got up and walked with an extra stiff gait to the teacher's desk. The undead boy ignored Percy's presence. Not out of spite or malice, but because it was more effort than he wanted to expend to react to the other boy's presence.<br/><br/>"Miss George," Silas began, "I believe I'm suffering from Priapism. Can Nicolette take me to the hospital?" He said unashamedly. It might have been bold, but, as with all things Silas, the boy did not go the extra length to speak in more than a deadpan.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Nicolette may have a String on Silas.<br/><br/>Gonna fail so hard at Manipulating An NPC. And . . . I do! <br/>Roll Result: Cold Heritage rolled: 2d6, adding -1to the total<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 1, 5,<br/>Total: 5</div></div>