Victor produces a slender pair of pliers from his small bag, and slips it into his pocket.

"Quite ze procedure," he observes, raising an eyebrow and glancing toward the towel, "and en good taste! Is a beautiful shade."

He circumspects briefly, following Aiko's eyes to the approaching girls, and then his gaze falls on Aikoko. "You are very very lucky, you know. Is better with two. Yes," he says somberly.

He himself was of course very tempted by the abundance of blood; his mouth is watering. Victor has never had much interest in blood from orifices, even the mouth, but still, it has been so long that sight and feel of it is like a drug. There are plenty of other girls to come, and being characterized by an excess of self-control, waiting always precedes the moment of indulgence. But Aikoko fascinates him, with her childlike attitude yet lack of empathy for the victim.