[Don't mind him just... licking the icing off. Blitzø 'passes' his glass to his tail, the tail nimble and prehensile enough to hold onto the drink glass easily.

But Viktor raised a hand, so Blitzø takes that as a 'here, grab and look' - he goes right ahead and takes a hold of Viktor's wrist, giving it a little squeeze and turning it around. Definitely... not like his friend's completely robotic limbs, or the magical robots sold back where he's from. He just gives a low whistle.]

What, this from you fucking around and finding out back from where you're from? Not a bad look, I guess, if you're gonna walk around with your fuckups on your body.

[He taps the white half of his face, on his cheek - it's not exactly the same as scarring on human skin, but it does look like burn scarring to some degree.]

You wear it sexy, you'll be fiiiiine.