[ Viktor runs his fingers over the details, unnecessary but beautiful in how they add art to function. He wishes he could distinguish the colors of the metal, able to tell that there are different tones but not what hues may go with them. That barely matters, however, because he can tell that Jayce has put thought into every inch of the piece and so probably picked the colors accordingly, too. ]

Oh, uh, yes. [ He shifts a little to straighten up and stretch his right leg out in front of him. ] I am curious as to how you got your hands on my measurements. Have you been snooping through my closet, Jayce?