Viktor leaned against the counter, making no move to be useful and, in fact, actively standing in the way of the people trying to work. That's what she gets for ordering him around, now he was dead-set on making things even more difficult, whatever these things may be. 

"Oh, don't you worry, you must know by now that old Tilda is all bark. What's a fat cook to do? Sit on me until I'm squished to death?" The young bastard smiled between Poppy and Tilda. His mean words were as sure to come as the sun was sure to rise, other's aggravation seemed to be Viktor's fuel for waking up in the morning. Still, despite all he says to her, it was obvious the insults didn't translate in how he actually felt about the cook- if he truly had any distaste for old Tilda, all he had to do was put in a word with his father and have her thrown out. He hadn't done anything like that after all these years, hence why he stood in the kitchen exchanging barbed words with her.

"Poppy, my dear," He turned his gaze to the freckled lass, using the words he knew would distract her most from the task at hand "What is it you said about the Princess?"

Poppy appeared to be the only girl in the whole North stupid enough to prefer a boney thing like him than the likes of his brothers. Of course, he never did anything about, she'd be much luckier throwing herself at Marius or Lucio, they'd have her in no time. But he had his uses for her, seeing as the best source of information is the one that is eager to give it all up.