"Roman." Victor put his hands on Roman's shoulders, massaging them gently. "They don't know you yet. You're going to scare them off."

Seemed like a good guess, given the way glasses guy had tensed up. "Just take a deep breath. Let's play nice."

Victor straightened up and smiled, friendly enough. "We have money. Do you boys like pizza?"

"...they do have money." Edward muttered it under his breath, loud enough for Oswald and Lucius to hear. "Their clothes are brand." He could tell. "New shoes too."