"They put your face on an airship. They sell it on merchandise." Viktor sounds entirely disbelieving--surely Jayce is aware of his own objective attractiveness. "You're incorrigible. One day, I'll beat you to death."

He does not go so far as to actually whack Jayce with anything while they walk, but that's more a function of his hands being full than anything else. It's comfortable, falling into step as they've done a thousand times before, and he can already feel the argument of only a few minutes ago slipping into the background.

"We can find you a cot, in the meantime. If we sleep poorly, it's just going to affect our work."

It's not lost on him, that the events of this evening were, perhaps, brought about (at least partially) by their increasingly uncomfortable living situation.