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"Hazel..." he mumbled, the name ringing through his mind.

"Oh... wait... wait, that's her name?" he asked.

"I... if I knew that, I don't remember..." he admittedly guiltily.

"Anyway, should I clear out?" he asked Syraene.

"Or is there anything else I should be doing while this is happening?"

"Oh! Ah, yes. Yes, indeed." he replied, before making his way to the door to the bedroom. He opened it slightly for her, and sighed.

"She's in here." he said.

"Won't do anything unless told." he told her.

"And even then, won't do anything unless it's an order that she feels is... on her level. In the worst way possible." he mumbled.

"Pisses me off..." he growled.

He'd still been fuming, and his anger had not subsided by the time he'd answered the door... however, when he saw who was there, everything seemed to shift immediately, and he took a few stunned unconscious steps back.

"M... M..." he stammered.

"M-Miss Syraene." he finally got out.

"Y-yes, of course, come in." he told her, stepping out of the way.

"What... what brings YOU here?" he asked.

"...I'll make you some food, then." he replied.

"Just... just stay here until it's ready." he told her, before shutting the door.

He then made his way to the kitchenette, and started to get things together for an omelet. But the more he worked, the more forceful he was getting. The eggs were being cracked harder, his chopping was heavier... until he just stopped and punched a wall.

"Damn it!" he cursed.

"Vanessa, you ruin everything you touch!" he growled loudly, as a black fire aura flared to life around him.

He didn't know how to respond to this.

He legit wasn't sure what to say to her. She asked if she could be of service, he told her to put clothes on, she refused. And she wasn't saying anything about WHY she had the blindfold.

All she kept saying was she wanted to be of service, and stuff about 'Mistress'.

"...will you eat?" he asked.

"If I were to give you food, would you eat it?"

He immediately started to feel more anger for Vanessa when he heard that.

"...experiments..." he growled.

"All right... you won't put on clothes." he said.

"Does the blindfold count as clothing?" he asked.

"You were wearing it before, why not now?" he asked her.

"What was with you wearing it, anyway?"

He didn't like hearing that. Her saying that made some uncomfortable memories flood back, and caused some anger to start boiling up inside of him. However, he kept it pushed down, and sighed.

"Uh... well, you can... get dressed?" he responded.

He didn't like ordering her around, but she couldn't just sit there, in her undergarments. So he would have her clothed.

"And... uh, I noticed you had a blindfold on before, but you don't now." he continued.

"Can you tell me why?" he asked.

His eyes widened when he saw what he did. He wasn't quite sure WHAT to make of this, and debated closing the door again, but he forced himself to open the door a little more, but he averted his eyes.

"Ah... um..." he stammered.

"Are... are you all right?" he asked.

"I mean... there anything I can do for you? Want something to eat?" he asked her further.

"And... ah, want some new clothes or anything?"

"Ah, yes!" Vincent responded.

"That's coming along QUITE smoothly." he told her. "I'm well on my way to having the proper credentials to doing so, and it should happen fairly soon in the future." he commented.

"I think it'll be an exciting challenge." he added.

Meanwhile, had gotten up from the couch, and looked over towards the closed door to the bedroom.

"..." he was silent, before making his way to it, and knocking on it. It was soft... barely audible... but he wanted to see if she was awake yet. But he didn't want to potentially disturb her.

He rolled his eyes.

"Claude needs to learn to lighten up." he grumbled.

"He's a stuffy old foof." he commented. "...and coming from ME, that's saying something." he added.

"And things are going well here. Quite well." he told her.

"I miss my more nomadic lifestyle, but there's something to be said for settling in and planting roots." he went on.

The man sighed.

"He has a good heart." he said.

"I'll have a chat with her tonight." he told her. "If anyone can free this woman from Vanessa's clutches, it's her mother." he then reasoned, shaking his head a little afterwards.

"On a... bit of a lighter note, have have you been?" he asked.

"Been a while since we've last seen each other."

He was silent upon hearing that, thinking on it.

"...I've heard that she has something put into her... subjects, as you say... that kills them if they ever succeed in running away." he commented. "If If this individual is not dead yet, she will be soon." he warned.

"Pretty sure it's been at least over a day." she responded.

"Then this is a remarkable individual." he commented.

"I will most certainly get ahold of Encrae's mother."

He paused when she made the request, almost stunned for a moment.

"...I admit, I wasn't quite expecting something along THOSE lines." he mumbled, shutting the door behind her.

"But... I WILL ask her." he said.

"Not sure what her answer will be, but I WILL ask her." he promised.

"I'll get ahold of her tonight." he said further, pausing again.

"And has someone escaped Vanessa?" he asked, sounding hopeful.

He paused for a moment, before nodding.

"Of course." he answered, stepping aside so she could enter.

"I admit, opening with that was... quite vague." he then said. "A friend of mine? Help? What sort of help?" he inquired. "That encompasses a LOT." he chuckled further.

"To be clear, I'm not saying 'no'... in fact, there's an extremely good chance the answer will be 'yes'... but what will I be saying 'yes' to?" he inquired.

"Also, would you care for some coffee?" he then offered her.