Maybe for some people the way Kavinsky's gesture would be like a finger beckoning toward temptation, but Victor's fortitude is made of stronger stuff than that.

"I don't doubt that you do," he comments lightly and probably not fully convinced, adjusting the cuff of his coat as he draws to an elegant stand before leveling the younger man with a cool stare. "And I'll keep your offer in mind, but it's not my go-to vice."

And definitely not with a teenager with trouble sparking fire in their eyes that Victor hardly knows. It's not a hard dismissal, but he is drawing his lines in the sand for now.