In the din of the space, the irritated exhale that edges on a growl might be lost, though he makes a special effort to look at the spot where Rupert's cup touches his arm with a spectacular expression of contempt and disapproval.

"You mean so I can palm you off to them instead?"

Victor does actually give the question, rhetorical or otherwise, some thought as the takes a slow sip from his own ridiculous plastic cup. It feels a bit like having scotch in a sippy cup.

"Have you ever met a young man named Kaz Brekker?"