Orrell still dragged Silver to the theater. Orrell had always been very fond of socializing, unlike Silver, who couldn't stand people.. Sylvester slowly looked around the crowded theater, his gray eyes narrowed in disgust. The smell of human flesh and sweat filled the air, making him wince. Orrell was lounging contentedly in an armchair, enjoying the performance, while Sylvester mechanically straightened his hair back. When his cold palm rested on the armrest, another hand appeared under it-soft, warm, disgustingly human. Sylvester slowly turned his head, his gaze fixed on the girl