He wasted no time with a silent approach, or a subtle one. After all Victor was not a subtle man as the guards who had been left behind discovered when he kicked in the door to the den.
Victor was more then a little enraged and sated himself by trashing the den after chasing off and exchanging fire with the few remaining guards. Eventually he sat down heavily in the Bidder's chair (The one piece of furniture he had not destroyed) And glared at the ceiling. Then after a while, he gave up and got to his feet to leave.
Victor was just coming up to the building, muttering about a scorch wound on his right arm that he didn't remember getting. There was no attempt to stop him on his way to the Marshall's Tower. He was well known by the guards there, and they knew better then to get in his way when he was in a mood. And indeed he was in a mood.
Marie blinked when she saw Victor, once again in a rage, bruised, and with an arm that looked like someone tried to deep-fry it as she made her way back to the tower with groceries. "Victor?" She asked. Looking like that, something bad happened. It had to have.
Victor didn't hear her at first, to caught up in his mental argument as Orion berated him for storming off like that. He snapped something at the dragon to shut him up, insisting once more that he was fine, and scared the daylights out of a young door boy who jumped and skittered out of his way.
Victor did a double take, groaning when he recognized Marie and covering his face with one hand as he stepped into the lift. "You were supposed to still be asleep..." He sighed,
"Well, even if I were, when I woke up I'd still be able to tell you got into a fight of some kind. You'd never be able to hide that." She said, pointedly looking at his burn.
"Yes but, youd be awake and sleepy then not awake and wide awake and able to chew me out." He said tiredly, before straightening up when the door opened to his floor.
"I'm not going to chew you out. I've finally come to terms with the fact that you're reckless and scare the hell out of me, and that there's nothing I can do about it. So relax!" She laughed. Though she was worried. But she decided not to say it, because she knew he'd just blow off her concern with 'I'm fine!'. She thought that last phrase in an exaggeratedly masculine voice in her head.
Victor just grunted as he nudged his way into his room, attempting to peel off the scorched and ruined upper arm section around his burnt skin. "Why do I find that hard to believe..." He said, taking a eat in his chair as he pulled out a knife to help cut away the ruined material.
She watched what he was doing with a cringe for a moment before going around putting away the things she'd bought. She decided not to respond to his sarcasm.
"Where did you go." Victor asked without looking up from what he was doing, feeling bad for being short with her but wanting to move off the topic now.
'Like what?" He asked, before letting out a soft hiss as he finally pried the piece off and let it clatter onto the metal top desk. Sitting back for a second, Victor just turned his head to the side and watched Marie moving about the small apartment.