Victor tilted his head a little, but he didn't smirk. He had a feeling that this little egomaniac might be a tad touchy about being made fun of, so he felt it wise to hold back. He got on his knees, as instructed, folding his hands behind his head. Not as instructed, but he had done this before and he felt it was easier to go into a specific pose.

He didn't react to the first strike, not the next few either. Pain took a while to really register with him, he had to open his mind up to it, at least that was how he'd come to think of it. Finally he hissed though, fists clenching. He did like it. He liked to feel.