[Vincent flinches; even the sword entering the sheeth sounds like something that could kill him.]
What?! But that's--
[Fucking dumb and makes no sense, but Vincent remembers his predicament and the guy still has a sword. And the ability to toss him out the window if Vincent doesn't comply. So he grits his teeth and shrugs off his jacket, then his t-shirt, shuddering slightly at the chill wind against his chest.
God, this is humiliating. But he starts fanning his shirt to try and guide the stale air outside as asked. He's pretty sure it's making no difference whatsoever, and his clothes smell of smoke anyway so he's just waving it around, but if he stands here long enough hopefully the fresh air will do the job on its own.]
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What?! But that's--
[Fucking dumb and makes no sense, but Vincent remembers his predicament and the guy still has a sword. And the ability to toss him out the window if Vincent doesn't comply. So he grits his teeth and shrugs off his jacket, then his t-shirt, shuddering slightly at the chill wind against his chest.
God, this is humiliating. But he starts fanning his shirt to try and guide the stale air outside as asked. He's pretty sure it's making no difference whatsoever, and his clothes smell of smoke anyway so he's just waving it around, but if he stands here long enough hopefully the fresh air will do the job on its own.]