Rupert takes Victor's unimpressed demeanour in his stride, making up for his coolness with more careless warmth of his own. Slapping down Rupert's innuendo is just an invitation to do better that he mentally pockets away for another, greater opportunity; he lets the joke go for now.

"If this is your celebrating mood then you're not very good at it, sorry to say." He gestures at the makeshift bar with his cup. "Here's a tip, have you tried alcohol? It'll vastly improve your chances of cracking a smile. It might not even kill you."