Victor continued staring at Anette for a few seconds, waiting for her to start laughing or say that it was some kind of stupid joke.
She did neither.
Her expression remained completely serious.
"No," Victor replied.
Anette blinked.
"You didn't even think about it."
"I thought about it enough."
Victor uncrossed his arms only to rest them on the table, leaning slightly forward.
"Doing that is basically putting a huge target on my head and then going around announcing to everyone exactly where I am."
Anette did not seem surprised by the answer.
Victor continued before she could speak.
"I want to get stronger. I want to keep growing, I want to solve the problems with my bloodline, and I want to find out who the fuck is messing with the werewolves, but putting myself at risk like that is unconditional."
"You mean irrational?"
"That too."
Anette almost smiled, but held it back.
Victor pointed at her.
"Don't change the subject."
"I'm not."
