Whether or not there’d existed a need for what surely smacked of condescension, V smirked at the remark, purely amused by his companion’s sense of humor. As it happened, V was no stranger to crude, even offensive humor and he’d oft find himself indulging in the entertainment it yielded. He may not deliver it himself but would surely share in the delight brought about by others. Today was no different, the circumstances hardly taken into account. It was par for the course, really. With airy steps the warlock went on his way, leaving Nero a friendly pat on the shoulder as he passed him. He made it no secret that he grinned. “I hope you do. You want for manners.”