Vincent's eyes narrowed only slightly. Not at Lucrecia, and hopefully she'd know him well enough. Yuffie would simply have to deal, and he would take care of it.

Confirming, a step towards her, arm out such that she could lace her arm through it if she wished. If not, it was still easy enough to place it in a suit-pocket casually. "We're not far, and Ophelia will be there. Mooshoo, if he is around, is more mature than his Hero as well." Mooshoo would likely understand Vincent's reasoning, and at least keep things polite even if he didn't like the situation.