Well, far be it from him to stop Viktor from latching onto him. He would return the favor but, you know, his hands were occupied massaging Barcus to help alleviate some of his pain. He set said hand down and motioned for the other so he could repeat the process.

At least Barcus wasn't alone in his blushing — between the compliments and Viktor's snuggling, his own cheeks were flushed with heat. "Funny we speak of my hands, when it is Viktor's that I first complimented." He laughed. "No apologies needed. I am glad I can be of service."