Outside of this room, Viktor is a beanpole of a man. Now his height worked against him and had him kneeling. When York got aggressive, Viktor flinched back in alarm, a sound like a heavy stone being dropped when he placed his hand on the wall.

Then, he was distracted by the cables and wires that plugged into York's chest. Enough that it took a solid minute for Viktor to realize that York had spoken in that miserably broken voice.

"I don't want to hurt you?"