[ A hit, finally. Ross takes a petty pleasure in seeing actual surprise on Sylus' face, and to his own surprise, he barks a ha! of laughter. ]

Gold, are you. You arrogant, overfed prick.

[ Reaching out, leaning in, he flicks a finger against the silver marks on Sylus' arm. ]

I don't need to bite you to know you're about as real as a tin suit of armor.