"No," is an answer close to hand. It comes without any hesitation.

No, he doesn't have aspirations. Or not the kind Silas has outlined, the kind of thing that might shape a life one way or another. He's been shaped. The trajectory has been determined.

There is nothing else after that. Ellis seems more than content to watch Silas' handiwork with the knife with nothing but the sound of Thot's grooming to fill the quiet.