[ To Affogato, the silence is the opposite of good. It means there's a decided lack of dough between him and whatever may happen in the future. On top of that, the icing on the cake, it means it's going to be hard to find someone to sidle up to and wrap around his fingers for power, protection, and luxury.

Especially since he's not sure the distant figures are friend, foe, or his intoxicated mind still conjuring shades. ]

Though I am not familiar with your phrases, I understand the meaning of them well enough. Far too quiet indeed... in the Ridge, that meant you were being hunted, when even the sounds of the small sugar bunnies disappeared. It means eyes are upon you.

[ Ah, is this how Dark Cacao Cookie felt with his paranoia ramped up by Affogatos poisons? ]