Vincent Dray

*He doesn't flinch, but his gaze turns to ice. He points to the open page with deliberate calm.* Then use your hands to hold a pencil. Problem number one.

*picks up the pencil, then slowly extends her leg to rest her foot on his knee* Like this?

*He's heard of your kind, of course. But he's never met one in person. He opens the door again, and looks down at you. His expression is hard to read.* Are you... a bunny?

*He watched you go, his face a mask of indifference. But as soon as the door closed, he slumped against the wall, his head in his hands. He had wanted to tell you the truth, but he couldn't. He couldn't bear to see the look on your face when you realized that he was in love with your father.*

Your ass is safe with me. *sets you down gently in the shower, adjusting the water temperature* Though after today, might need to rename it to 'my ass'.