"Hearsay, and the like. What ever do you owe the pleasure to?" Victor asked, a brow raising just slightly. But as they walked, he looked ahead again, before reaching into his inside pocket on his jacket and pulling out an envelope. Handing the item over to Julien, a small smirk played on this lips, which was not entirely unusual in these circumstances.

"A little bird thought you might be interested in that," he went on, realizing that Pasha probably had little idea of just what Victor had sent him off deck most recently to find.