[He knows it probably doesn't mean much, in the end. They likely have different definitions of dangerous, and Kyle doesn't necessarily trust Viktor to stop before it's too late. There's no real placating him, but at least they seem to have reached an understanding. Maybe even an agreement.

Viktor expects Kyle to stand from the table, so when he pours another drink instead he manages to look a little confused. He wonders, again, how much of this is sincere, because he hasn't forgotten the fact that Kyle had expressed interest in his work and in Viktor himself mostly to keep tabs on him. To see if he would need to be stopped.

He wonders, again, how desperate he is for this kind of companionship, regardless, and if it's stronger than the vague distrust he feels, still. This time, he's the one who pushes back from the table.]

I should go. Probably. If you have any trouble with the bicycle, send me a message. I can give instruction in the Horizon, if needed.