"Yes, Jayce. You've caught me. The entire time I've known you, everything has been transactional. I keep you around for your good looks and stroke your ego so that you'll lift unwieldy objects for me."

Clearly, he has been using Jayce all along, but after a moment he relents and hands off a few things, though he still slots a few notebooks under his arm as they make their way out. He does, at least, let Jayce get the door. Now that the sun is down, the temperature is much more pleasant, and Viktor allows himself a long exhale as he tries to shake off some of the stress of the day (and the last twenty minutes).

He locks the door behind them. Then, as always, he pushes forward.

"I'm in agreement with regards to our financial situation, but we need to do something about our living arrangements. Having you sleep on the floor is untenable."