"No," he relies evenly, "If I thought you looked like trash I'd say as much."

His own eyes drift across the throngs of people as well and though he feels when Kavinsky's eyes return to him, Victor pointedly continues to survey the area.

"You look the lower city won't crush you. That's rarer than you might expect and selection process is fairly arbitrary."

Looking back toward the other man, Victor's attention shifts to his throat.

"Not that it seems like you'd need to worry either way."