Vincent smiles, perhaps a bit haughtily. "I should think, however, that I would not like it to come so easily to others though. I have dedicated my life to emotions and illusion. It would not sit well with me for others to outdo me without much struggle." He bumps a shoulder against hers, punctuating the friendly challenge and candor.
Once they reach their stop, he ushers her from the train. The individual station stop isn't nearly as impressive as that of Grand Central, but still very much alive. When they emerge onto the streets however, the early evening activity around Central Park and it's attractions is moving strongly.
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