"Aw. Don't I feel special." There was a smile on his face that told just about anyone exactly nothing, which was true of most every expression that ever crossed his face. Calling him a hard man to read was an understatement, given that there were some that claimed that there simply was nothing to read.

Victor turned to walk toward the bar he'd pointed out before, not looking back to see whether Daud was following and not hesitating with turning his back on him. Confidence. Hard to tell whether he'd risen to the top because of it or whether he had it because of being on top. He walked in and simply headed right to a free table, taking a seat and waiting for Daud to join him.

"You're not looking to work." It was more of a statement than a question. "So why come here?" There was the question.