He's rather glad to have that mask off. He drops it at his feet and then gives the heavy thing a little scoot to get out from under foot. He looks to the other man, a bit hopefully. But it seems he's not ready to share or perhaps interested.

"That's one theory answered then. And now you know the secret, should you wish to be rid of yours." As he speaks, he gives a little tug at his clothes. Now that the mask is gone, Victor has all new reasons to feel uncomfortable.

The question about his parents throws him a bit. For a moment, Victor looks deeply saddened. His shoulders slump inward and he looks away. "Not entirely. Father had healthy sons to care for and mother was gone too soon. She never saw me healthy. But imagine if you will, being the only boy in your boarding school that couldn't play because he didn't know how." Not that he cared. He'd hid on the libraries instead.