Viktor's head swims a little. The rush of heat as he watches Jayce obey him so readily, so eagerly - it has him wet enough that his packer shifting against him is starting to make him pant and flush.

He still knows he'll have to explain, but - not yet. Not yet, while Jayce is being so accomodating.

"If I didn't know better," he purrs, his voice low and rumbling, "I might think that you get off on being a good boy, Jayce."