"Hm. Downstairs living room, mostly was my mom picking stuff out." Victor looked around, leaning back to do so, finally gesturing to one of the paintings. "I know that guy. I liked his other stuff more. Got some of that."

He did like art, some art anyway, he just wasn't good with names. Or with caring about things these days, which he knew was part of the point of art. "'m sure they all know me, when they need money." That was how it went. Was to be expected.

"Roman." Not a bad name. He didn't mind it. Maybe he'd be able to remember it. "You aren't boring." That was something. "What do you do?"