[good, they have taught the ministers well. or maybe more viktor has, pal is mostly innocent in this unintentional war started over one illtimed grape, but that's just the nature of the trench. probably. either way viktor tries not to take some satisfaction in their scuttling away and fails.]

I think the blood mist is, in fact, not an enjoyable backdrop to eating any food. Let us go to the lamp. I wouldn't mind eating at the docks, though we could head elsewhere. [pal has maybe a few more issues with the sea than viktor, who still finds it a comfort more than anything.

he leans in for another kiss, passing the bag of stick food to pal so he can free that hand for holding pal's.] Now, let us see... ah yes, should I tease you for informing me of your feelings over a sudden phone call or because you were covered in blood? [the softness in his glance sort of makes both seem more like endearments, so. hm.]