The larger man knew his name, codename, Logan's nickname for him, power set and threw in an ironic crappy pun.
And offered him some meat; already, Victor had shown more politeness than other-Victor (even the threat of violence was only a punch rather than a pledge of organ-removal).
Of course, he lived in Manhattan so finding salmon was very easy. "As long as you don't steal my icecream, your salmon's safe from me," he blurted out in a tone still stained with surprise at the proof this wasn't the Victor from earlier.
"Appreciate the offer, but I'm in a sugar mood right now," he said as he stepped away from the fridge door and let Victor go back to raiding the softly-humming appliance. He opened a nearby drawer and took out a spoon before beginning to peel the lid off the carton.
"The beer's in the bar. The sauces should be in the fridge or the pantry depending on what sauce... and you changing? I don't know what you're changing from. I don't even know your name, but if you were like that other-you before you changed, you're way more bearable company, that's for sure."