"The city," he answers. His gaze cuts side-long, noticing the way Victor sizes him up and down. Kavinsky knows that he's all lean lines and sharp edges, as dangerous to himself as he is to others. Victor's expression doesn't reveal much, but that's fine with him.

He snorts a laugh and looks out at the crowd.

"Born citizen of the down, huh? That your way of saying I look like trash?" he asks, grinning wickedly as he lolls his head to give Victor his full attention again.