Victor walked into the room with Lin and Latoya in tow, hands by his side, but not reaching for a gun yet. He didn't think he'd need a gun, Roman wouldn't want to get caught in crossfire and he wouldn't want him shot at anyway. He imagined parts of Roman would probably enjoy the ability to do other things to Victor, but shooting him? Nah, he wasn't concerned.

"Hi." He greeted everyone, but then really just looked at Roman. Why was the man's office so comically oversized? If he hadn't known better, he'd have guessed he had a small penis. "You got time to talk business?"

Of course everyone was supposed to have time for him, having no time for him was like having no time for Falcone. Anyone else, he'd not have extended the courtesy of asking, but this was Roman. He liked him. They had something. So he showed him more respect than he'd earned.