"It's..." Vincent tried to regain his composure, standing up and brushing the wolf hair from his clothes. "It's been far too long."
He rubbed his eyes for no particular reason whatsoever, along with letting out a cough.
"You both still smell like venison and Volstagg's spilled mead." He cracked a playful smile.
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