I think he'd like to argue that he isn't but, y'know, kids.

[ Contrary as possible at every turn. Although the part about slang earns Viktor a squint like he's not so sure about that. El oh el? Laughing out loud? Hmm. ]

Though I think I'll leave slang to them? Because I am definitely not a young person. [ Older than Viktor, too, he's sure. As for the rest, he shrugs and deflects, once again unable to take anything even slightly resembling a compliment. ] Oh, it's not much. Anyone can do what I can if they fiddle with stuff long enough and I, uh, I just had... time to fill.

[ And there's a melancholy note to that before he nods towards the front of the chapel and motions for Viktor to follow him as he sets off. ]

C'mon, let's get inside.