Silas became serious "From the looks of it alot. What with the soul deterioration and what not." He muttered keeping his eyes low. He shivered at the thought of soul deterioration. "You wouldn't know. You are a demon sent to hell by.." He looked at the demon carefully "Huh. God himself." he smirked "And the point wasn't to get you to smile, and I am not your enemy. Soul trading is supposed to be strictly between a soul collector and soul sealer. You know that idiot." he growled his feathers ruffling.

Silas had no issue using souls for currency and such but he didn't like it when someone did it without the supervision of an angel. It was practically forbidden. "And you clearly are incompetent." he said looking around the library "Millions of empty bottles. You don't know the three day rule do you." he asked impatiently.