Was he getting hit on? Was this what this was? With how much Blott was talking about going somewhere for a nightcap, it certainly seemed that way. One could never know for sure though. Perhaps Blott was just the sort to be overly familiar when drunk. Which he was assuming to be the case because why else would someone act so with him when they had not spoken in years?

His place? Victory frowned faintly as he mulled the idea over in this head. "I suppose we could do that... I don't live that far from here." His place was in one of the magical pockets close to the West End.