Vincent laughs and waves a free hand dismissively.
"I may be eighteen, but I'm hardly a 'Mister'. Vincent will suffice, or.." The slightest of pauses, his eyes shifting to examine his host. "--Young Master, if you insist on formality."
His smile settles back in as the request is accepted. "Splendid. Am I to be invited in, or would you prefer a more public venue? The park is, of course, lovely." Another calculated pause. "I apologize for not being able to invite you to my sitting room at the embassy."
It's a testing addition, not quite trying to salt wounds just yet, if ever.
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