Oh no, Vic's was certainly not the only scent on the bed. The other scent had been almost as strong as Vics, whoever he shared his bed with, he shared it with often. Given the temperament of the one he shared it with, not stepping on toes was probably a good thing, if only to avoid an awkward and possibly violent misunderstanding.
"O... oh..." Vic stammered, staring a moment. His brain was still being just a bit slow comprehending things. After all, large, naked man in his bed, it did things to him. Poor Mason would truly be in trouble later, Victor was all wound up and would undoubtedly hit his lover like a broken whack-a-mole to help unwind. Yes, Mason, with this inked arms and--No, he did not need to be thinking about the finer details of male bodies right now, that would not help his situation in the least.
"H... Hi, Carr," he managed, brain slowly coming back to function the way it was supposed to. He shook the offered hand, his own skin feeling warm but... different. His body was covered in fine, soft scales, not skin. "I'm Vic... Victor... Anole. Whatever works for you." He offered with a slightly too large smile. Well, he was mostly managing to not put his foot in his mouth. Yes, he would definitely need to jump Mason or have a long date with a very cold shower very soon.