The last decade of Viktor's life has thankfully been more fortunate than his childhood, and carriages are somewhat common in Piltover, so it's not as though he's never been in one or only sees them as a princess fantasy. But he's still agog at... All of it. All the planning, preparation, and thought Xander did to do something nice for him.

"This is... True, yes..." In Viktor's mind, the question that follows this explanation is naturally Why are you taking me out? but he doesn't voice that, because it seems impolite and likely to be taken the wrong way. Xander made these choices of his own accord, and Viktor trusts that he is a smart man who knows what he wants. So, if he wants this, Viktor isn't going to put up a fight. And, of course Viktor wants it too, so that helps.

"Okay. Well, thank you. Let us go, then." Another shy smile, and he links his free arm with Xander's basket-arm.