[Given tacit permission to eat something besides dessert, Viktor...continues to eat dessert. He's still working on the little cake, managing to turn something that should have been one bite into two, chewing thoughtfully as he considers their next course of action.]

I like the beach. [And inspecting strange creatures that live in tide pools, apparently.] But I'm unsteady on the sand, so I might need your assistance.

[A not-so-subtle flirtation, maybe. An invitation for Kyle to walk him down to the tide pools with a hand at the small of his back.]

I've been to the spa. It's fine. That sort of thing has always felt...excessive, to me. Too indulgent.

[Piltie nonsense, he'd called it. Viktor doesn't really want to be hovered over by strangers, either.]