Victor's usually arrogant smirk was replaced by a cheeky grin.
"The names Falcon. Whats your name, love? And what is someone looking like you doing in a gloomy place like this." Falcon picked up a flower, a hyacinth, Victor noted approvingly.
"I'm Victor, gorgeous, Victor Graves. You're new here, so you probably haven't hear of me." Victor stepped closer and winked roguishly. "I'm on the bad side, apparently. Everyone but the evil lord Leon will tell you that. So maybe you should run along, ay?" he was testing Falcon. Obviously, he wasn't just going to be nice, and, even if he was as hot as hell in June, there was no way Victor was going to be swept off his feet like that.