Vincent was intimidating often without trying. Dark hair, and his height--it had been useful as a bodyguard and member of the Turks. Since being Hojo's plaything, it had only become more pronounced.

"You can, Cloud. We are allies." Normally, Vincent would just nod his head. But this was a younger version, and the understanding between them was not there. Easy enough for the gunslinger to tell he was both intimidating, and hard to read, for the younger version of his friend. So verbal reassurance it was.