[Strange how Vincent gives off the impression that he'd somehow avoid a harp to the forehead, even though said harp isn't thrown, and even though he stands there unmoving and unimpressed.]

You're too easily spooked.

[Is he bullshitting? Is he serious? Good luck finding out, with the majority of his expression hidden beneath that high, crimson collar.]

And it's business of mine when I'm the one who has to haul you away from here.

[That metal, gauntleted arm extends; an offer to help him stand.]

I won't do it again.