[ Gently tracing the lines of the iron horse, admiring the welding work that gives the joints more knobbly life rather than detracting from the beauty, Viktor turns to see Jayce looking... impossibly handsome. The clothes fit him well, especially compared to the baggier work clothes he wore both for protection and comfort during the day. Even the clothes that he would change into for their dates is simpler than this outfit, and Viktor is suddenly feeling severely underdressed. Hell, Jayce is even wearing a tie.

Viktor is aware that he's staring, but he can't help it. The trimmed beard, the slicked back hair that's still damp from a fresh shower. And Viktor can smell him, the fresh scent of soap and forest, and amidst it all, hazel. It draws him in, his fingers going right to that tie and straightening it needlessly just to touch. ]

You know I'm not a lord. [ Smiling up at Jayce, he walks his fingers over to the Talis symbol and traces the embroidery. ] You certainly look like one right now. What's the occasion, Lord Talis? Have you called me for service?