[h3]Below Rebirth's Rise, Eastern outskirts of Yharnam[/h3]
Victor turned to face her when Ophelia spoke his name again, a dark scowl already on his face in contrast to the relatively neutral expression he had worn when Farren had addressed him. His jaw-muscles worked visibly as he clenched his teeth, though his demeanor relaxed somewhat when he laid eyes on the blood vials Ophelia was offering him.
While Ophelia spoke, Victor's eyes moved slowly from her face to the blood vials in her hand, and back to her face. He was clearly conflicted, his mien shifting from furious to thoughtful, to worried and suspicious. His right hand gripped the handle of his sword tightly.

Finally, a couple of seconds after Ophelia had finished talking, he seemed to reach a decision, took the vials from her and stowed them in his satchel. As he did so, Ophelia might notice the small ornate metal case that Farren and Torquil had seen earlier, though now it was tucked into Victor's belt behind his blood vial pouch.
“You have a bloody strange way of showing it,” he said, the hint of a growl creeping into his voice. “Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to die alone now. Goodbye, Ophelia.”