"Huh." It was the kind of sound that could mean much of anything, but at least it was enough acknowledgement to make clear that Victor had been listening, something that was far from being a given. He remained silent for a while, looking off to the side as his eyes narrowed a bit, as if it simply took some time to think back on events that had already played out and everything that had been set into motion.

"It's none of your business. But it's no secret either." Given the way this city had developed, it really wasn't an easy journey from A to B, even for someone as straight-forward as Victor Zsasz. "Old Don, Don Falcone, he had a lot of people gunning to take him down. But this little guy, he outplayed them all. Don Falcone got out of town, he's retired down South. And the little guy has taken over. Penguin. Oswald Cobblepot. King of Gotham."

Victor moved his hand in a shrug-like gesture, pausing again for a moment before continuing. "He's not a Falcone." The loyalty that he felt for Don Falcone went deep, but Don Falcone was gone. "I like him. He's fun. Plays by the rules and still changes things up."