Liquid fire slides through his veins and Kavinsky doesn't seem remotely put off by the dry amusement or whatever it is in Victor's voice. Goosebumps rise and then fall again, and he thinks he can feel the music thrumming over his nerves.

Perfect.

He manages to focus on Victor's face and something about that smile sends another shiver through him. It's not a good smile. But it's interesting.

"Messy is my MO."