[ A small smirk, at the sentiment. Uncrossing his legs, Vincent shifts to lean against one of the armrests. ]

… Ah. Yes. [ A faint knit of his brow, at that. ] How do I put this… Vanitas acts on emotion, and has positively no regard for himself. I feared worse; that he might attempt to slip into the elevator with you. [ Looking down into his glass, he sighs. ] Especially so, after I’d decided to stay close, and ensure that didn’t happen. If he truly thought I’d left, all the more reason for him to pursue destructive measures. [ A wry sort of smile. ] Damned either way, I suppose.