He's mildly surprised this man isn't more of a teenager, to be honest. Only once he's looking up at him briefly. Teenagers are the people he's used to this body language from for the most part.

Settling on his dog as a better topic, Victor likewise looks down to Makkachin. Makkachin, who seems to have heard cute and taken a step toward Wilkus, wail wagging a little faster, sniffing. "His name's Makkachin," Victor says, smiling in spite of himself. "He especially loves when people scratch behind his ears."