Cain raised an eyebrow again, as he waved to Jordan, and then looked at Lunet.

"Ominous?" he asked.

"I... I didn't sense anything from it." he told her. "And being a demon, I generally have good sense for that sort of thing." he reasoned. "Not that I'm saying you're wrong, but... it's odd that YOU sensed something, but I didn't." he then stressed.

"Odd..." he mumbled further.

"Still, the photos were REALLY good." he commented, shifting the conversation a bit.

"I am NOT photogenic, as you know." he stated. "But even -I- looked pretty good in those shots." he said further, before leaning in close to her, and putting himself close to her neck.

"And they really showed how gorgeous YOU are..." he added in a quirt tone, as he started to playfully 'gnaw' on her shoulder.

Cain just grinned when she said what she did as she pushed him away and headed off towards the building. He looked at her for a moment, before licking his lips slightly, and following her.

"Yummy." he said.

"Can't wait to dine in later tonight." he told her with a chuckle.

- - -

Sometime later, a week or so after Rowena and Vincent's photoshoot (which went amazingly, they had to say), Vincent was sitting in his study, narrowing his eyes at the book before him on his desk.

He was silent as he looked it up and down, before growling slightly.

"Screw it." he said. "Translating that is TOO hard right now." he said further, before getting up and leaving the room, making his way to the kitchen and looking at the selection of teas they had.

"...nah." he grumbled, choosing instead to brew some coffee. Definitely a VERY odd choice for him. He was NOT a coffee person, normally... especially when he started using the grounds that he had reserved for Sydney when she visited. But to make it even weirder... he grabbed some alcohol to mix into it as well.

"..." Vincent was silent as Rocky asked her questions, before shrugging and turning back to the coffee.

"Meh." he said.

"Felt like it." he told her.

"The Irish Cream'll give it a kick, too." he then added.

"I'm allowed to do something different once in a while." he reasoned.

Vincent snapped a glare at her for a split-second, but it disappeared quickly.

"My relationship with Rowena is fine." he told her.

"Granted, I don't see her much since she picked up the pace on her work, but it happens." he shrugged.

"I decided I wanted something with more kick to it. That is all." he continued.

"And translating that text was getting to be a pain." he then added.

Vincent was silent again, before sighing quietly, though she could hear it.

"I know, I know." he replied.

"But I'm fine. I assure you." he told her. "Just stressed. A little. And a little tired, but I don't want to nap and mess up my sleep rhythm." he continued, shaking his head slightly.

"And myself and Rowena are fine." he assured her further.

"Just need to wait out this busy stretch, and we'll be fine."

Vincent had been sitting at his desk again, looking at a book, wearing special glasses to make out the faded text, when he heard Rocky land in front of him like she did. He looked up towards her, and lowered his glasses some.

"..." he was silent, and when she didn't say anything, he sighed.

"Yes?" he asked.

"...can I help you, Racquel?" he asked her further.

"Or is this just some sort of strange social call...?"

"Oh, stop it." Vincent said.

"You're sounding as paranoid as SHE is." he told her.

"Off the rails? A threat to the city? Please." he went on, shaking his head and taking the glasses off.

"She's just stressed." he continued. "That's all." he insisted, before sighing.

"I don't like it, for sure." he then admitted. "But if we just stay out of her way, and let her work through this, then it'll be fine." he assured her.

"Stress makes people temperamental. You know that." he then finished.

Vincent just grumbled and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Yes, I will talk to the stressed-out woman and tell her she's stressed-out." he said. "I cannot possibly think of a way this could backfire." he went on, before getting up from the chair and walking past her.

"I'm not doing it without preparing myself first." he warned.

"So. I am going to the kitchen to quaff a little bit of courage." he informed her.

"If I'm going to make a mountain out of a molehill, might as well see if I can't blame some drink." he shrugged.

The phone rang. And rang. And rang. Until it went to voicemail.

This caused her to curse, as she hung up, and tried again. And again. Until she got fed up and called Nakia.

Nakia answered, and when Rocky said she needed to talk to Leo immediately, Nakia got the number she was calling for, and promised a call soon.

Sure enough, 2 minutes later, the phone rang and she answered.

"Sorry." Leo apologised. "What's going on?" he asked.

Leo was silent for a moment.

"Yeah, sure." he said.

"It'll be better if I'm there. That way when I find information, I can relay it to you directly." he told her.

"Where are you right now?" he asked.