Viktor's waist receives a gentle squeeze; the nape of his neck, a brush of lips. "Too big to your liking?" Jayce murmurs, but whatever sultry angle he was going for is ruined by his own amusement. Chuckling, he smoothly withdraws from Viktor's immediate space and enters the little home with his palm flat against the front door.

"So far, so good," he says, when the only immediate greeting is a curtain of cobwebs in the entryway. No sudden movements in the corner of his eyes; no large spider or other creature hissing a warning.