[It does sound like something that would work - might work, at least - but he still bristles while Viktor talks. He's touchy at the best of times with people rooting around in his head, and it's worst still with thoughts of Arzial on his mind. Worse enough that even the prospect of switching gears feels a little off, and his eyes narrow at the word potential.]

The man that did this to me trained plenty of potential into me.

[But that doesn't mean he's backing out. Once he's confirmed that his nose has stopped bleeding - and tried to wipe some of the remains out of his beard - he slips off of the table to lean uncomfortably close over Viktor's chair, one hand bracing against the back of it. That feels a little better that going straight to his knees. A little more like he's forcing his will, instead of submitting to yet another man with too keen an interest in him.]

How important is romance for you? Or would you rather I got straight to it?