[Seeing her smile, even joking a little... it really means a lot to Victor right now. Chloe breaking the solemn mood eases him enough that he can feel his chest relax, releasing tension he hadn't even noticed how tight his muscles felt.]

I'll drink to that, Chloe.

[He searches for a bottle for a second, forgetting that it's relatively early... and instead raises his orange juice in a mock toast before taking a hearty swig.]

You know, I'm also pretty good on the water. I don't think I've had the pleasure of taking you for a ride on my little yacht before. (It's little, but really the motion of the ocean is what counts.... never mind) I bet that Parisian skyline would look pretty goddamn beautiful while floating along the Seine.

[His mind flashes back a couple decades, recalling a dinner date he had with a snooty blonde. A client.... with benefits. A bistro on the edge of the river... the Eiffel Tower alight as the sun hit the hay. It was the perfect recipe for setting any dame all astir. But that night was one of only a handful before that fling turned ugly.

It's pretty common for men to refer to their past lovers as 'crazy', 'psychotic', or worse... but this woman may truly have had a few screws loose. A pang of sadness hit Sully in the chest as he recalls his last outing with the distinguished young woman. He swirls the pulpy aftermath of his orange juice at the bottom of his glass absentmindedly before snapping his attention back to Chloe.]

At least it was beautiful last time I had the opportunity to share it with someone. ...I ever tell you about the one that got away? .... Or... got away from herself really... went off the deep end. Katherine Marlowe.... what a piece of work.

[It was clear his mind was distracted.... was he talking to Chloe or just talking aloud?]