Vincent had more at stake here than maintaining a possible colleague and fellow party-goer. Aslief was a very dire threat, and far too much like himself for him to relish the thought of a head-on confrontation.
He could deal with her, he'd just rather not.
"Lady Aslief... while it is never my liking to challenge a lady as fair or learned as thou... I must indicate a simple observation. You are challenging a sorcerer, descended from Asgard by blood, and from Zhered Na by tutelage... in his home." He raised his palm. "I have shed my own blood out of caution, but I do not wish to battle thee, this or any other day."
He took a step forward, his voice taking up the space in the room without any sort of magic besides practice and presence doing the trick. "I was unattached romantically when we first encountered one another, and I left means to contact me in your care. It seems you should have contacted me sooner, my lady." He bowed his head again. His eyes didn't meet hers, but there was hint of a smile on his lips.
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