[The only reason that he didn't pitch forward right into Miller's chest was purely because of Miller himself. Silco made basically no effort to catch himself, instead intent to look at the confused mess that his legs were contained in. He crumpled the paper and threw it away immediately, anger at himself that he hadn't simply walked away when he had the opportunity.

He turned his mismatched eyes on the older man, them standing contained with the unfortunate similar order. This place was so unbelievably ridiculous. It wasn't even that he cared about kissing another man, but it was the fact that he was taken hostage for it. He considered matters between himself and Miller to be exactly fine as they were before this mess.

So what was a crime lord to do? Well, take control.

He pushed himself to stand on his own two feet, and he regarded the other man as he performed some mental math in his head.]

Fine. Fine. We can skin it after we escape. We have to do what it says, so our current options are: wait for someone else to come along, do what the amphibian demands, or do nothing and stand here for who knows how long - days probably. [He sighed long-sufferingly and ran his fingers through his hair.] I prefer the first two options. For both our sakes, I'm leaning to the second. Perhaps a kiss on the cheek or forehead will suffice.