Tea would be welcome, but he wasn't meaning to make extra work for her. A nod of his head at the greeting, and he moved out of her way and to seat himself. Unconsciously taking the position where he could keep his eye on entryways and exits as best he was able. A kitten or two brushed up against his ankle, and crimson eyes looked down to meet the critter.

His expression was as stoic as ever as kitten looked up at gunslinger, frozen for a moment as it was in rubbing its head against him. Brown eyes met crimson, before Vincent returned his attention to his hostess. Reaching down with his left hand, careful of his claws as they brushed through the kitten's fur.