Her reaction was perfect.
The very moment he'd started stripping off his shirt, the blonde rambling an apology in front of him completely froze. Her mouth stayed agape as her eyes focused on his nicely chiseled body. And for good reason! Silas had spent decades sculpting his physique to match his liking, and it was always refreshing to have his work appreciated. He watched her stare, her blue eyes brightening with every moment, and he wondered if she knew just how she looked when she was entranced like this. It was almost endearing, if you thought pet-like qualities were adorable in a person.
Silas did not. He found personalities like hers unbearable. People like her were usually clingy and didn't know how to recognize limits even if they were placed right in front of them. Silas often went out of his way to avoid leeches like these, as he called them. If this girl was a leech in any respect, hopefully this would be the last and only time he would have to deal with her. Of course persuading her to buy him a new breakfast might inhibit that particular goal, but it couldn't be too hard to get a girl as seemingly oblivious as her to stop wanting to chase after him. She was probably one of those innocent types who'd cry her heart out if she saw him kissing another girl even though they had no certifiable history. And if she was one of the more insistent types, he could always just tell her he was gay. After all, he wouldn't actually be lying.
“Yo..u...you know, you don’t have to take it off here….my place should be close, you can chan..." The girl struggled to say what she wanted. To be fair it had taken her a good long minute to find her voice again after she realized she had been staring. She rambled on, but Silas wasn't paying any real attention to her as he began wiping at the damp spots on his chest, arms, and shoulders. He hoped the smell of coffee didn't burn itself into his skin. As much as he liked coffee, he wasn't fond of the idea of having the smell of it follow him around.
Silas finally looked back at the girl who had caused this unnecessary public display of his body and couldn't help but smirk. She had stopped talking, given up attempting to fix the situation with words - thank the heavens; it didn't seem like she knew how to talk her way out of anything. With her head hung low in shame, he could feel himself starting to enjoy his day and the words that came out of his mouth were genuine.
"It's fine, really. I'm less worried about the shirt than I am about my breakfast." He nodded towards the fallen bagel and the scattered remains of a frappuccino, hoping she would take the hint all on her own. By the looks of things; however, he knew it was a possibility that she might not, so he added, "I was looking forward to a good breakfast on my first day back on campus." And that wasn't really a lie either.