[that glint has viktor's lips quirking. oh, he is somewhat of an expert himself at carefully crafting every response to be in offensive, even if he occasionally tried to hide a little bite into it. too many years in piltover, really, playing the game they forced.] Oh of course, it is always a matter of taste in such art.

[said with that small, vague twist of 'taste' in favor of some of this music being bad and 'art' being a strong word. the little act is dropped somewhat to snort softly though as he looks over the party.] I am not a party planner, I am afraid. Regardless parties do well in this place, a way to eh... blow off steam, they say. Put out food and they'll entertain themselves.

I am Viktor. [a nod there in greeting.] Family names aren't particularly common where I was born. [sometimes he needs to clarify so people don't think he's being rude.]