-Silence, can you talk to me?
-About what?
-About your love stories. About your secret affairs. About the blood trail, the unsolve crimes, the broken china vase in the red corner, the spilled perfume on the blue carpet, her jacket, her shades. The echo of her voice was screaming, no, no.
Then, silence again.
Maybe I can seduce you to talk to me, but I always knew sex was never your thing.
Silence can you speak to me?