"Theatrics?"

Victory apparently can't take the hint, even when it's spelled out for her in block letters and neon paint. She drapes her arms over Cecil's shoulders. She's a squid, all tentacles and suckers.

"I have said something. There's no saying I don't want something more." She doesn't, but this is just icing on the cake, isn't it? Besides, maybe there'll be a scandal for her to follow in the paper.