"I've tried drowning. Didn't really work, it got boring?" Victor frowned and shrugged, then steered the car to the side to get into the garage for the Foxglove Club, not surprised to just be waved in by security. He had been here before and he was easily recognisable, no matter what car he felt. "But maybe you can be a stone."

He glanced at him for a moment, considering. "Emerald."