What a positively archaic list of possible illnesses, though the extending hand is immediately more distracting in that moment.

He subtly straightens, not shrinking back or moving forward to stop the contact, but his gaze narrows into a slow warning even while knowing those fingers are still going to connect with his coat.

And the moment Rupert's fingers brush the fabric--Oh. Was that a static shock? Maybe a tad sharper than normally, but it's just as short and sharp, there and then gone, and Victor seems none the wiser. Petty? Yes, absolutely. But that's just how Victor is sometimes. Often.

"Luckily for both of us, I'm not really interested in finding out where your limits are in that area."