Vincent was exceedingly grateful to Moira for speaking first. It gave him time to reconsider his instinctive response, and compose himself. A tinge of red might have shown in his ears a moment earlier. He muttered to his friend. "He's eloquent. I'll grant him that right from the start." He clears his throat as he calms himself, having especially bristled at the Valkyrie mention. Martial combat was a sore area for Vincent, when compared to proper Asgardian standards.
"Lucas, I apologize if we got off on the wrong foot. My.. social circle, while wide, is something tenuous at best. I don't pursue many friendships. I love strongly, if rarely, and Moira's family were the first people I learned to care for; I must politely ask you to excuse my bravado today. I have no wish to fight anyone if it can be avoided, Moira will attest to that of my nature. I only wished to fulfill my part in trying to look out for a very dear friend, let alone one new to this world."
His expression darkens slightly. "I know full well what my capacity is, and it is my mortal half that should always be of much graver concern." He shakes those issues off, for the moment.
He extends his hand as well. "A pleasure. I'm Vincent Amorason, son of Amora the Enchantress, of Asgard, and Victor Von Doom, of Latveria. I am a child of chaotics at best, and a malicious rogue and heartless monster, respectively, at worst. My family is the Fantastic Four, with due respect to Lord Hrimhari's clan as well. I am a sorcerer and a scientist, who has been forced from the time I could walk to learn to control and leash what I am capable of doing. I would be considered a frail and weak thing by Asgardian standards, but find myself alone in what I can do on Midgard. I have had fortune beyond what I have likely earned to have a family that I care for beyond reason, and a woman that I adore, and who loves me, even if that is not a sentiment I can return just yet. I have also been blessed with exceptional friends, that it was to my great detriment to lose for many years." He smiles at Moira.
"I think anything else can be filled in as we go." He gives Lucas' hand a squeeze, along with a lopsided smile.
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