The size difference between the two men is palpable in that moment - Viktor is acutely aware of just how tiny and frail his shoulder must feel under that hand.

A faint pink rises into his cheeks, and he clears his throat, trying to save some face.

"We did - and it was. It really was, and I am eager to get working with you. We have barely begun."

Easing himself out from under Jayce's grip, he shuffles across the room to set his satchel down on one of the desks.

"How do you like the space? Now that we are not using it in the dead of night, that is."