[The other man is gone, from what Roman can tell out of the corner of his eye, but he keeps glaring at Victor. They're clearly going to need to re-assert some boundaries here.]

Listen. In this place, every time you start to feel strange, you have to assume something's happening to you. Probably something sexual. And since it's sexual, I don't want you doing a god damn thing with anyone else unless you have my permission. Okay?

[It's a new rule, one he didn't have in place when Victor was here before. But, for some reason, after being without him for three more months, he feels protective. Angry. Jealous. He doesn't want Victor just fucking any random person in the street, and that means no doing anything that could lead to fucking, either. Certainly no one milking his fucking tits in broad daylight.]