Victor tilted his head, the light from the fridge catching in his eyes making them glint slightly but he looked confused.
"Huh? Uhh..not guilty ya honour, last time I saw you was hrm...well years ago, sure I tried ta kill ya but fuck; ya holdin' a grudge like Logan now? An' why would I take coke? I'd have ta snort 'bout a vaccume cleaner bag's worth to even feel anythin' from it an I don't feel like bankruptin' myself tryin' to do so. Sure, gimme some prime-rib in jack daniels sauce an' you could call me addicted to that but why the fuck would I take coke? Healin' factors a bitch in that regard."
As Victor spoke he rolled up a bit of Parma ham before chucking it into his mouth. "I reckon that stuff's scramblin' ya brain, unless there's another handsome an *former* psychopath around you decide to hang around with who's not Knee High Private Eye, an hell not even Logan touches that stuff as far as I know."