[ Arcade isn't sure he'd claim anything more than a passing acquaintanceship, himself, but perhaps that isn't fair. He does what he can to keep most people at arm's length, though, and it feels just as unfair to call it any more than that.

So he settles for the usual, noncommittal, half-joking reply, as he shakes Viktor's hand. ]

When you come as close to nearly being wrist-deep in someone else's torso, it does tend to create a certain bond. I... helped him out once or twice, that's all.