Viktor watches closely as Xander swirls the glass and eats a grape.

Rapt. Lord help him.

"Yes, I am lucky to have people who remind me to care for myself, and help me when I am unable to do so." Barcus, Ferin, Lioriley, Skan. All who help him in their own ways.

He hums nervously, then, looking down at his plate. His stomach is full of butterflies.

"I fear your masterful plan may be backfiring, a little. It seems I am nervous around you, which is making it difficult to eat." He looks up again and smiles, shy and apologetic.