He tilted his head to the side when she showed him the scar. His eyes squinted while his gaze traveled the length of her arm. It was no doubt an old wound, one that had scarred up elegantly. That was fitting for such a beautiful specimen as he. "Oh my," he began, his mind fluttering off the wonder of what exactly had been used to make such a beautiful gash. He grimaced. "Sounds like a tough gig. Hopefully, you were at least able to put that guy away.<br/><br/>Victor tore a piece of toast off and used it to scoop up some of the yellow yolk that had drizzled down and collected on his plate. He was in the middle of chewing when Thomas rushed past, exclaiming his need to leave for a bit. "Hey, wait! What about me?" Victor began, but it was too late. Moments later the door slammed shut and he could hear the sound of the car engine coming alive, the revving of it disappearing as the car made distance. "I guess I'll just go fuck myself." Those words were said under his breath. "It amazes me how chaotic he is, even after all these years. I mean, we're adults now. We're supposed to get better at these kinds of things, right?" He chuckled quietly and finished off his coffee.<br/><br/>Victor reclined back against the chair, his belly full and warm. His tongue worked absentmindedly behind his lips, brushing across the smooth front of his teeth, trying to collect bits and crumbs that may have remained. Being alone in the room with her started to weigh heavy on him. It took a considerable amount of effort to suppress the urge to<i>act</i>. Now wasn't the time,<i>yet </i>he yearned for it. A fantasy started to play in his mind, one of delicious gore and viscera. Dead eyes stared across the table at Layla, his face void of expression. Under the table, he'd begun to grow hard and he groped it discreetly with one of his hands, deft fingers working in unison with his palm to encourage a bit of pleasure. He snapped out of it when she spoke, color rushing to his face. Victor leaned forward, life rushing back into his face. "Uh, yeah, yeah. Of course. I'd love to see more of your place." He cleared his throat and took a few deep breaths before standing, the remnants of his erection producing a slight bulge against his thigh.<br/><br/>He followed closely behind her, greedy eyes taking in the sight of her backside and the way her body naturally swayed as she took step after step. Little attention was given to the house itself, though he made sure to listen enough to be able to respond. "You wouldn't know that it was so bad before. It looks incredible now."<br/><br/>When they stopped at the rooms he showed a bit more interest. The guest bedroom was nice enough but it was her room that he was the most interested in. His eyes swept across the space. "Oh.." he said and then paused. For some reason, the thought of her having sex made his chest tighten. It was as if he believed that<i>he </i>deserved to have that honor. In Victor's mind, no other man had the right to touch her body. The thought quickly fled when she continued on. "That's understandable. I hear it's tough to separate one's life when they're involved in such an intimate career." He could relate to her in that regard. He didn't have such an honorable occupation as she did though. Victor was on the other end of the spectrum but he too found it hard to sleep or think of much else.<br/><br/>He grabbed the coffee and followed her through the doors. Instead of sitting on the chair next to her he took in the view and leaned against the railing. His shoulders lifted up into a shrug at her question. "I haven't really found anything yet." Victor took a quick sip from the mug. "Back home I was taking amateur photos. You remember how I was almost always taking pictures as a kid, right? Well, it kind of blossomed into something. I'm no professional or anything." He chuckled lightly and looked at her. "Most of the work I've done is of the nude variety. Not porn though! More like tasteful nude photos." He shrugged again and sat down in the seat next to her. "I don't really have any connections out here, so I'm in the process of making those."<br/><br/>"I've always had an understanding with Thomas I think. He's been my best friend for all these years for a reason. He understands me." That was partially true. Thomas had always been a supporter of Victor, though he doubted that Thomas would approve of the intentions he had for Layla.<br/><br/>"Your place really is beautiful, Layla. Thank you for showing me around. I look forward to seeing more of you as well." The last part was a bit suggestive, but he didn't elaborate further on it. "I'm not keeping you from anything, right? I'm sure a detective as busy as you has something they ought to be doing. I could get an uber or something."<br/><br/>"I don't want to be a nuisance like I was a kid," he smiled and took a long pull from the mug.