[just a skull. viktor bites his lip against mentioning it sounds like a weird skull mascot contest, which truly is grimly delightful. he's sure it's all far darker and entrenched in history but sometimes it's nice to just chuckle over every house wanting a cool skull.]

Ah, well that sounds like a very dignified brand skull, congratulations. Understated, really.

[honestly he'd love to know what the other skulls looked like and would have happily kept on that line of questioning if he wasn't a tad preoccupied with other, more pressing matters. like making it difficult for pal to give a straight, easy answer, a little quirk to his lips because he's very aware of what he was doing. to be fair you can't have a chalkboard heist without being a little bit of a shit, so surely that much isn't a surprise.]

I have this unfortunate drive to learn about you whenever I can. [he answers, breath a little hitched between all this and his other moving to the side of pal's neck, thin fingers grazing over his jaw.] And I suppose tradition can be important. I don't... wish for you to miss out on anything simply because I am ignorant to it.

[that gets a press of their foreheads together for a moment, eyes closed just to enjoy the brief quiet before he's pulling back again. instead of kiss his hand finds it's way up to pal's jaw, running a thumb over his bottom lip in fascination, still mapping new and lovely ground.]