[ The spark he sees in shining grey eyes shows him all he needs to know—there is passion in this man, a kind that isn’t about money nor fame but simply the pursuit of knowledge itself. A man of progress, and one that Viktor thinks he can trust with their horses.

Smiling, he claps his hands on both thighs and pushes himself up from the armchair. ] Excellent. Would you mind me visiting your workshop?

[ The name surprises him, and he wavers a moment before catching his weight on the back of the armchair. ] Did— I’ve been away for several years and haven’t been out to see the horses. Is she alright?