Vincent doesn't strike further yet, but he's clearly preparing an offensive with multiple points.
"My capabilities are not sufficient to resolve this situation, that much I admit. However, I am not so wary--" he would never bring himself to say 'afraid' "--of the man that I will sit back and simply be content to wait until the day he decides to use my blood in a mad attempt to cage and treadmill that which would raze a nation, if not all of Europe, for the offense of it."
He takes his hand off the piece, having been considering his move.
"There is no-one else smart enough who also cares enough." He relaxes his gaze, but keeps eye contact. "If not you, then who? I am his blood. If I am to abolish a decree of banishment by a dead monarch and cede the throne, that would be my right."
He strokes his fingers over the bridge of his nose.
"At the very least, I, as well as common sense, would ask that you move this information along to those I am too conspicuous to contact."
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