I don't know; I wasn't there. I hope so, or else arguing is a newer addition to Oversight Body behavior, and that I would take personally. [And also, hush; Viktor gets one skull question answered before Palamedes hums and squeezes him around the waist - fortunate that they're both twigs or this would be beyond his feeble necromancer arms. Hmm,] Ask me again about the skulls later.

[And the military, and oh, a kiss for sandwiches?—Ah. Now there's the ammunition he's earned, Viktor vs. the inherent romance of a jam sandwich, and he grins like he's never heard anything more interesting in his life. He'd hate to interrupt, so his next delighted-by-sandwich-news kiss is to Viktor's cheek with a smug little chuckle.]

I want to impress you, but if I started a bar fight someone would snap me in half— purely by accident, even, I imagine. Realistically speaking. I'll think of something else.

[A bigger sandwich with more jam in it— no. Well, he won't throw out the idea entirely. He releases Viktor's wrist to cup his cheek, leaning in to kiss him without any errant tease and with nothing but relentless tenderness; a lengthy kiss, all told. He's a little in his head, thinking about "while you can get it" and from earlier, "the fleeting nature of the Trench," so-]

I am going to stick around, you know. You'll be the most impressed by my continuity.