[No, not the food offerings... he'll die if he has to eat more than three grapes at a time. He groans from the abject dread of it, which is only partially a bit - truly, this is the worst, he needs to squeeze closer to Viktor to feel better about his fate...]

I would love to see your ward work. It's been years since I was able to coach the juinor adepts on their wards.

[Implying that Viktor is as talented with a ward as a, like, twelve year old? Absolutely. With love.]

You'll think I'm the worst inside the hour. But you'll thank me by the third.

[With kisses, specifically. Thank him with those.]