[The loaf inching closer in that protective hold brought a flickered smile to his face; Jayce recognized the reaction as something Viktor might do. Any ice Jayce carried in his stature thaws.]

A real monster, [he repeats, turning the phrase over like a set of cogs.] Something—someone—who'd undoubtedly lure our types out here to intervene.

[Jayce would agree on the trap theory.]

We're expected to enter. I suppose that itches the question: what's the most unexpected way to breach?