[Ah— and he can fill in the blanks about the bartering system and the low-grade horrors of this place after such a concise response. He gets it, he does; he knows carrying on in his usual necromancer's-sideways-self-care kind of way in Trench is guaranteed to end poorly. Easy as it is to bleed into a little vial for purchases, he doesn't want Viktor to worry.

More than the base level. Something to think about. He reaches out - there are only so many little affectionate touches possible while walking and with no free Viktor hands to hold - and skims a light touch over the back of Viktor's neck, resting there for a moment before pulling away. Flirting and PDA with the boyfriend, absolutely obscene.]

Well, I'm looking forward to that. Both things. [hah,] Really, if the theory about the moon as-interpreted-by-paleblood is correct, this orb will pay for itself. I feel good about it.