[ Viktor. Even Allen knows better than to mess lightly with him and that's saying something.

But Allen pauses, and looks... briefly intrigued by that. Hesitant, but there's a curious, hopeful kind of spark there. ]

...Do you think you could show me how? If do you. [ Blame it on paleblood baking month. ... even if that's... not actually baking at all... ]

And, um-- no, I'm not. [ His gaze flickers aside as Allen waves a hand slightly, somewhat dismissively before he rubs at the back of his head. There's something a little uneasy about the way he looks away though, almost -- guilty? But more complicated and conflicted than that. ]

I only stayed with him for a couple weeks, before I got used to getting around and found a place to stay here... I didn't want to impose. [ If Viktor brought over dinner he would have seen it. Small and quaint, it wasn't really the type of place meant for two people. Well, outside of a couple. And staying permanently hadn't been the invitation. ]