Victor looked over his shoulder before he turned, executing a purposefully dramatic flourish of a bow for the sake of the applause. When he stood, he raked his fingers through his bangs, flashing a crowd-ready smile at his tiefling observer. Not because there was a crowd, as there decidedly wasn't, but because it was the same easy expression he'd started wearing when the magic stopped feeling as beautiful and warm as it once was.

He felt warmer than he had for a long time, cavorting with ravens who were untouched by the particular magics that were part of his life. That was one gift he could give them.

"Clever and playful. You can't convince most creatures to engage in anything like that for the sheer fun of it, especially after they've been fed." Makka shook herself off, dipping down into a stretch before wandering closer to Victor. Victor offered her a hand without looking; she pressed her head into his palm, walking forward so that he was made to stroke down her neck. "People included."