Vincent composes himself somewhat. "Perhaps, but that is my call to make, and in case you had not ascertained it already, I take issue with my consent being violated.
I do not doubt your good will, but just the same, I'm not going to simply let you bluster your way through an offense like that." He fixes him with a steady gaze. "I'm not going to run home, and I'm not going to make a scene in front of any of the other Champions, but you owe me."
He folds his arms across his chest decisively.
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