"My talents lie elsewhere," Victor says smoothly, though he does shift his eyes toward the bar as Rupert indicates it.

There's no real shift in Victor's face, no impression that he's either interested or disinterested until he flicks a glance back at Rupert with a vague impression of humour in his eyes and maybe a twitch of his lip. It's not a warm kind of amusement though.

"Perish the thought of a near death experience," he comments dryly, the internal joke purely for himself before he nods at the cup, "And is that where you find your good spirit, or is this your default state? Touchy and overly cheerful?"