He paused momentarily at the curiousness of it - this immense man, who looked every inch the savage, openly confessing to having a favorite spa.
And that spa being in 1905. His eyes widened. "You've been around for THAT long?" he never heard anything from his Logan which would've substantiated such a lifespan.
"But yeah, the you I met before was a prick. Guess I'm glad to have ran into you-you, huh?" he asked with a smirk on his face. He lifted another spoonful of icecream into his mouth and began to chew through it. The carton was nearly empty now.
With the rush of bubbly-lightheaded-euphoria through his brain (originating in his sinuses, unsurprisingly, and going from there), the details of Victor's story about Korea and hot masseusses and the Logan that Vic knew having a case of yellow fever barely impressed themselves on his consciousness.
"Wanna try the icecream? Its chocolate-bourbon-caramel flavor," he offered with a grin. He already reached for the drawer to get another spoon.