"Well, you haff the lovely face and voice of one, so you must forgive my mistake," Viktor said, somewhat charming yet somehow still genuine. He grinned at her. "Ahh, da, that vould do it, vith that training. His grin widened when Misha gave her wide eyes and a little grin when she touched him. "I haff never had high tea, no. I haff often come here in my travels, but never been to something like that." Most likely because most people would think twice about inviting the somewhat awkward looking man to something so important.
"Tsveta -- Tsvetanka -- she is seven and a half, as she informs me quite seriously some days." The glint in his eye was amusement. "Oh, you are too generous, though she vould adore you forever, I am sure." His children were, despite what they had gone through, especially Tsveta, very adoring of people when they received gifts or were given attention. They both enjoyed being around people, probably more than he did on the whole. He knew himself to be more introverted than they.