[It's probably a good thing Vincent is sitting down. The physical sign of camaraderie is not something he's used to, and his head turns quickly to the Barkeep. A hint of displeasure seen only at his brow in his otherwise stoic expression.
He was hardly a story-teller; quickly coming to realize his host however was. A nosy one too. Normally Vincent just 'listened' and tried to avoid being the target of these kinds of attention. This was not to be this time, unless he wanted to be ruder than he felt necessary.]
She knows better than to enter my room without permission, or she'll get shot.
[Unspoken that he gave her the same courtesy. Hardly also what the Barkeep wanted, but Vincent wasn't likely to spill secrets that easily.]
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He was hardly a story-teller; quickly coming to realize his host however was. A nosy one too. Normally Vincent just 'listened' and tried to avoid being the target of these kinds of attention. This was not to be this time, unless he wanted to be ruder than he felt necessary.]
She knows better than to enter my room without permission, or she'll get shot.
[Unspoken that he gave her the same courtesy. Hardly also what the Barkeep wanted, but Vincent wasn't likely to spill secrets that easily.]