[He nods his head in agreement, remaining quiet for a good while. Safety was never really a word that worked well with the name Victor Sullivan. Part of his appeal to the opposite sex had always involved the danger. He wasn't particularly proud of this fact, but it was hard to complain.

Now though, when bored housewives and exotic beauties weren't on the forefront of his mind, he was thinking about how much better things could have been if he had become better acquainted with safety.

... Well maybe it wouldn't have been better. Certainly not as much fun...]

We'll get by. I'd stake my reputation on it!

[He winks at Chloe and goes to smooth his mustache, noticing his fingers beginning to cake with the white powder from the donuts. Sheepishly, he brushes his 'stache with his hand, attempting to shake out the powder. When he thinks he's gotten it all, he clears his throat and recomposes himself.]

I don't know about you, but I've always been pretty good a rolling with the punches. I mean, I'm still here anyway, even with the shit I've been through.