Not sure; I was there, but it was a special occasion and I never went back on an ordinary night. Most of the evening was someone bothering me into putting on stage clothes, or some such.

[It was a non-gray outfit with a pattern on it, but Sixth sensibilities are what they are. Somewhere in a storage bin in the bunker, this real people outfit (tm) is still lurking.

In any case, this grim resignation is even more encouragement for him to make all manner of jokes, but Viktor surely knows that.]

I'll rein myself in, but that might make it worse when I can't help it. The shock factor, and so on. [He wiggles his fingers a bit and then closes them around the rag, so they can keep moving without distraction. Hmm,] I've got it.