[viktor quirks a brow, more curious than trying to imply he does indeed do that. he imagines he'll see for himself first hand soon, with their lives now thoroughly intertwined. he strokes his thumb over pal's jaw a final time before letting go, hands to his clunky knee brace to unfasten it as he speaks,]

I will start small, eh... baby steps, they say. Purely because I like you, anyone else would be thrown into it headfirst. [he remarks about future spicy meals, because he is at least a little bit an asshole that way. the brace comes off, plunked to the side so he can rub his knee then turn properly to face pal.]

I can, though I can also make sure the larger ones are only handled by us anyway. Maybe I'll figure out how they make... what are they? I saw them in Piltover, the sticks you light the end of and they spark like small fireworks. They seemed safe enough.