Victor cocks his head a fraction, still trying to get a read on whether what’s coming out of this guy’s mouth is an exaggeration or something else, but he doesn’t chase after that answer just yet, preferring to purposely not feed the attention of those grand kind of statements.

“What do I like?” He echoes with an arcing eyebrow. “I’d ask you to be more specific, but in this sort of place that could mean anything.”

The ice shifts in his glass as Victor considers his answer, a slow smile spreading across his face, his features sharpening with a keen, wolffish impression.

“I like control.”