[ It had felt inconsequential — a frivolous little experiment, yes, but only a joke — when Jayce wasn't in the room with him. Now that he's here in the flesh, smelling faintly of sugar and axle grease, Viktor imagines trying to charm him and having to listen to Jayce rate how attractive it is on a scale of zero (zero!) to ten. It sounds like a fucking nightmare. An exercise in humiliation.
He stuffs the pastry in his mouth, if only so that he doesn't have to speak right away. A moment stretches out, silent save for the sound of chewing. Then he swallows, and: ]
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He stuffs the pastry in his mouth, if only so that he doesn't have to speak right away. A moment stretches out, silent save for the sound of chewing. Then he swallows, and: ]
It won't work on you.