[He fingers the little symbol again.] Yellow. Like the effigy in that temple.

[ He's told this man one secret, so why not another. His voice is filled with a bit of youthful pride though there's the slightest note of horror as well. He is well aware the ramifications of what he is about to say. ] If you need proof that the dead can walk forever among the living, you can look no further than me. I know without a shred of doubt it is possible. But if you are thinking about proof here, I dare say it won't be in a ballroom.

[Victor looks to the crowd] And I doubt anyone could slip out to explore the rest of the house. Unless... [Victor knows where his skills lie] How would you feel about faking an illness so that the resident doctor can take you out of the room to recover?