Victor chuckled at Katherin's amazement as he walked into the room. She wasn't lying though, tons of different instrument were scattered among the room, some Victor didn't even recognize. He noticed an old flute laying discarded on the floor, he picked it up and ran a hand across it. Victor's eyes suddenly changed to a yellow hue and his pupils became narrow and stretched vertically along his irises, like cat eyes. When he spoke his voice was no longer his normal "American" accent, but a heavy and slightly deeper Arabian accent. "This is quite beautiful, like what Victor has seen as a child." Victor smiled. He didn't act like the normal Victor either, almost like he was a different person.