Vincent's smile grew wider. Up to a point, a woman who wasn't afraid to try to take his brother down a notch fascinated him. He did however turn and give him a practiced Look. The 'I am proceeding with caution, but do not foresee any problems' Look.
He grinned deviously at Asleif. "Hold on." Extending a leg under the table to brush against her own, he murmured the words of power for a teleportation spell, whisking them both to the roof of that building.* As they rematerialized, his hand shot forward for her own, the shift from sitting to standing leaving one temporarily off balance, righting them both.
He raised his eyebrows briefly and gave a wicked smile as he kept hold of her hand. "I can calculate with almost total certainty the cascade of facial reactions Kristoff is going through."
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