[ A faint quirk of his brow, at that. Vincent takes another sip, a finger rested against his lips as he swallows. ]

The simple fact is, I did not know you well enough to trust that.

[ And since he can see where this conversation is going, after overhearing theirs that day… ]

I’ve given you the impression otherwise, hm? [ The blond’s smile pulls wider. ] I could never harm Vanitas. The little devil has pushed me every which way to stop loving him, so I tried once, you know. I couldn’t bring myself to do it, and have regretted so ever since. [ A vaguely annoyed flutter of the lashes, though his smile never parts. ] Despite the amusement he seems to take in the matter.