"Because it cost a lot of money. Why else? It's designer, I got it from an up and coming designer. It's beautiful, isn't it? Worth it's price, very good wood." He rapped his knuckles against it before moving away to get himself a drink, pouring himself something strong. "I got a lot of stuff from my travels. After my parents died, I went soul searching. It was fun." He didn't find his soul but he did get a lot of African souvenirs and a lot of masks. Too many masks, one might argue.

He walked over to a black mask and stroked his fingers down it, looking at it instead of Victor. "This one is my favourite. It's custom made. Such craftmanship." He loved fucking while wearing it.