The dark line of Silco's brow lifts with subtle satisfaction at the sound Viktor makes when he backs into the desk. His satisfaction doubles when Viktor's expression shifts to one of surprise. Had Silco known it would be so simple to throw this clever, confident young man off balance — or so enjoyable — he would have taken this tack sooner. As Viktor's fingers come to rest on his vest, the way Silco smirks down at him borders on gloating.
Oh, no? Do I strike you as a man who has ever been coy about pursuing what he desires?
Silco glides closer, comfortably occupying Viktor's space. His fingertips hover down past Viktor's waist to settle on the desktop. Silco's thumb grazes the edge of a map where 'The Undercity' has been stricken out and replaced with 'Zaun' in tight, precise script.
If I had summoned you to fuck, we wouldn't be having this conversation.
He looks Viktor directly in the eyes and pauses to let him dwell on that. Silco's expression darkens as he continues,
This conversation is strictly business — my business. But since you're so eager to cooperate, I'm not averse to following that with pleasure.
His hand slides from Viktor's chin up to the cigar in his mouth. Silco nudges the head gently against Viktor's lips, prompting him to take a puff.
Viktor smirks.
I suppose not.
He pauses when he hears Silco's words, and looks at him in brief silence. After another moment he averts his gaze with a half-smile, scoffing under a quick breath. Was this Janna's torment? Viktor's eyes trace the arm that crosses past his waist, and over the body that's nearly pressed into him. He chuckles.
Your conduct, then, is misleading. It is hardly fair.
Viktor jokes with an even tone, but the words come out more veritable than intended. He turns to look at Silco again.
And I apologize for the confusion; even if you are the acclaimed baron of this city, I act on my own interests. Answering your 'summons' was entirely selfish, I'm afraid.
Viktor's eyes deepen when the older Zaunite nudges the cigar to his mouth. His hand stays at his vest--fingers hooked over the band with a slight tug--while the other grasps Silco's wrist to steady the cigar. He parts his lips, speaking in a low timbre.
Go on then. Tell me, Silco, how do my private affairs concern you?
Viktor closes his eyes and takes a puff, before they open again to watch the man with a steady gaze. He didn't imagine Silco had true intentions, but he didn't complain either--this alone was more than the Chembaron had ever entertained, given all of Viktor's solicitations in the past.