"Nah. Just like to see it near where your mouth would be." Because that mask was made for Roman. Was made for Roman as much as the suit Victor was wearing was made for him. He could see him in it. Not a bad look, honestly.

He turned to look at him again, rather than his mask, taking in his eyes, the way he could see his blood pulsating with that one prominent vein in his neck. He had spent so much time watching him, he knew all the sign. "You know what you've done wrong."

Business was boring, he'd rather play. But he was a professional. "Give me the tape. Destroy any record."