"So you're saying you're something that causes indigestion," Victor says in a flat tone. "That's good to know."

Watching Kavinsky finish off his drink, Victor tilts his head to catch the bartender's eye and makes a light gesture between the two of them.

"Same again, I assume."

The second declaration Kavinsky makes doesn't go unnoticed either as Victor's eyes narrow slightly as he tries to gleam the meaning. Maybe it's pure bravado, maybe this younger man is just made of money, or maybe it's something stranger--Victor is certainly accustomed to stranger somethings.

"I suppose this is all very boring then if it's nothing new for you. Sorry to hear that."

He's not sorry at all, the sarcasm thick on his tongue before he drains the contents of his own glass and sets it aside.