[Viktor searches Jayce’s face for any indication that he might regret such momentary boldness, and takes the fact that he’s flustered as indication enough. Good. He’s met the moment and deflected, and he hopes Jayce has realized that this was, perhaps, a step too far.
At least, in public. Viktor crams another overly-large bite of brownie into his mouth, as if to emphasize that it is now his, forever, and then talks through the mouthful.]
A salon, of sorts. If we invited others to display their own work, I might be amenable.
[He gets the idea of it, though it seems egotistical to invite Summoned into their imagined lab to examine their work only. Perhaps it’s better to conceive this as a meeting of the minds—an opportunity to examine technology far beyond that of their own world.
no subject
At least, in public. Viktor crams another overly-large bite of brownie into his mouth, as if to emphasize that it is now his, forever, and then talks through the mouthful.]
A salon, of sorts. If we invited others to display their own work, I might be amenable.
[He gets the idea of it, though it seems egotistical to invite Summoned into their imagined lab to examine their work only. Perhaps it’s better to conceive this as a meeting of the minds—an opportunity to examine technology far beyond that of their own world.
And Rio can handle the guest list, of course.]
I’ll give her a bowtie, for the occasion.