"No always, no," Victor answers, both with easy confidence but also a distinct air of disinterest and a air-tight seal around what he might do when he's not waiting for things to come to him.

He sweeps a quick glance up and down Kavinsky's form, not doing too terribly much to hide his assessing stare, but again he has a very schooled expression.

"By 'this place,' do you mean the bar, or the city?" He takes a small sip from the scotch and then adds, "You look like you could just as easily be a born citizen of the Down as you could an outsider."