[He keeps himself from pinching the bridge of his nose, but for a moment the way he tilts his head down and moves his hand implies he's almost going for it. Instead, he sits back and settles his arm on the table, eyes settling somewhere over the table behind and to the left of Viktor.]

Not a high bar to meet, but thank you. I feel better.

[Also: not a high bar. Hey speaking of bars—Altius looks in the direction of where they're serving cocktails and the like.]

Thankfully we won't have to go far. I can treat you to something when the session is over. [He drags his gaze back to the other man.] You're... Viktor, aren't you?