[right on cue, Vincent bristles like a wet and highly offended cat. he shoots his soon to be former companion a glare ugly enough to melt right through the door in front of them, pausing in reaching out to push it open in order to dedicate the full brunt of his ire to the cause.]
Don't flatter yourself. I don't like having my time wasted.
[and nothing would be a bigger waste of time than finding a worthy sparring partner only to find him absorbed by some mind-parasite that was likely disinterested in continuing the life it had just consumed. it was inexcusable to the point of warranting intervention. that was all.]
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Don't flatter yourself. I don't like having my time wasted.
[and nothing would be a bigger waste of time than finding a worthy sparring partner only to find him absorbed by some mind-parasite that was likely disinterested in continuing the life it had just consumed. it was inexcusable to the point of warranting intervention. that was all.]