[ Sweet and savory, the little treat is far more complex than Viktor expects. His head angles as he considers the flavor, eyes brightening with delight. Oh, they should have little lunches more often. Each sharing foods the other has never had before; Emet-Selch explaining the history and aquisition of every ingredient in fine detail. Something to look forward to, once they've begun to rebuild in earnest. ]

Cruel of you to deny me access to my favorite place!

[ He clucks and pouts exaggeratedly, shaking his head as he licks honey from his fingers.

Viktor does not know. Not in full, at least. Were he to guess, he would miss by malms just how much he is adored, how easily he could wrest near anything he might desire from Emet-Selch. Knowing isn't necessary, though. He would press, either way - wants to be here with him. Will fight for closeness, for their arguments, for the closest thing either of them can possibly have to a normal life.

He reaches forward to brush a few loose strands of hair out of Emet-Selch's face, tucking them back behind his ear with a triumphant grin, pleased at having ruffled him. ]

Aye, you needn't answer if you do not w-want. [ Viktor leans against him, still seeking warmth. ] You thought of- you tried to s-save someone else, once, aye? When you were young. Who...?