Victor held up the small vial, the clear liquid inside catching the dim light of the room. Vivian's eyes widened slightly as she recognized its potential implications.
"What exactly is that Victor?" she asked, her voice cautious.
Victor's smile was cold and calculating. "Let's just call it an insurance policy. A little something to lower inhibitions and cloud judgment. Not enough to be obvious, mind you, but just enough to make our dear Mr. Davis a bit more... pliable."
Vivian frowned, a flicker of concern crossing her features. "Isn't that rather risky? If anyone were to find out—"
"They won't," Victor cut her off smoothly. "The effects are subtle and short-lived. By the time anyone might think to investigate, it will be long gone from his system. Besides, we're not forcing him to do anything he hasn't already done willingly. We're simply... nudging him along."
