[When Gold leans in she can't help looking at his counterpart and while she hadn't really noticed any tension from the other individual, she kind of gets it now. In part because, well, perception is important and Gold is influencing hers. That, and Silver's unbearable quiet and lack of moment is a little eerie.]

Ah, okay, I get it. Sorry, Mr. Silver! [He might not respond to her and she's fine with that, but it had never been her intention to make his night worse. Hopefully he's okay. But she focuses back on Gold pretty quickly.]

You're really chill, though! [... But she can kind of see where that's going.] But you're going to want to hang out with your buddy all night, aren't you?

[For however much good it could do she does pout at him! Come on, Gold, she's a great cuddler! You'll even get no-strings massages and a great movie watcher, and she'll get beer for you! Not that it's a very useful benefit with that mask but, y'know, it's the thought.

Somehow she went from idly messing around, to really thinking about it, and then just outright suggesting this. What a wild time.]