When Victor focused on something he focused on it utterly, that meant that he didn't hear Bobby coming up behind him and he didn't smell him as all he could smell was food in the fridge that he had his head half buried in, a plate with a growing pile of meats, cheese and even some veg on it gripped in one hand, the other holding the door open.
So when he heard Bobby's voice he actually jumped slightly, the blond banging his head on the underside of another shelf before pulling back and looking up at Bobby.
He heard the tone and accepted it, after all he HAD tried to kill Bobby more than a few times in the past, so a bit of tone was acceptable and to him, perfectly understandable and he let it slide off him like water off a ducks back and the feral stood, moving aside.
"Sure help yaself, If I'd have known you guys kept a fridge so well stocked i'd have tried movin' in earlier."
Victor said, nostrils flaring for just a moment.
"An you're doin' that stuff here? Heh, and here's me thinkin' that some thing's would never change.." Victor looked around and grinned, the light from the fridge glinting off his over developed canines "Ain't quite the lil school for dumb obedient soldier types any more is it?"