Victor slants his eyes sideways to take in Cloud as he makes his offer. He smiles, less about amusement or reassurance, more about a certain degree of self-awareness. "I'm not well trained enough with knives to do much more than attempt to disarm an opponent," he says, admitting it without bothering to make excuses or offer explanations. He only knows that much because he'd stepped forward and asked for the help in training in self defense, not because he wanted to learn how to move on the offensive. He'll re-evaluate that again, now that he's here.

He doesn't find himself any more moved toward violence. He's a lover; and the ways he fight have never been involved in this kind of brutality. Still.

He shakes his head in turn, belatedly adjusting his stride to better match Cloud's as they move. "Thank you for offering. It's better that you keep it." The distance scrabbling and hissing is still soft enough to not quite intrude, but it's also persistent. "Have you been part of the Perimeter Guard for long?" It's a question that makes several assumptions; he's not strictly right in making any of them.