Vincent snorts dismissively. "Of course I'm alright. It's ME, after all."
He reaches for a control device on the table, and begins keying in a sequence. He frowns, then keys in three more. He still frowns. "Surt take it all then..." He raises his hands and speaks a spell, and the light shimmers around him and his brother. "There. Privacy."
He strokes an eyebrow, then turns to Kristoff again. "There is nothing I fear more than death. With the exceptions of the fates worse than that, which my expansive magical knowledge allows me awareness of." He furrows his brow. "Do you... do you feel that makes me unfit for... for.." He grumbles as he cannot swallow his pride enough to force the words out.
He picks up a piece of F4 stationery off the table and jabs a finger at the logo. "For this sort of work?"
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