"Civil War? Wow.." was all the accountant could say in response to Victor's history. He had slid the drawer open already, even before Victor responded in the affirmative; what can I say? I get generous on coke...
He took the clean spoon out of the drawer and handed it over to Victor before he sent the carton towards the Canadian. "You'll love it. I got it from a shop in town... Westchester County is packed with gourmet ice cream joints, almost as much as Manhattan," he said with his smirk still in place.
He watched as Victor eyed the carton. "If that isn't the best ice cream you've ever tasted, feel free to use me as a scratching post," he said with a cocky grin. Although with those claws I'd guess a Freddy Kruger joke would make more sense...