Musebox

That small glare not directed at her in particular was enough of an answer for her. Without much hesitation, she closed the distance and interlaced her arm with Vincent's. "If you're sure," she relented, perhaps she was leaning into him a little too much than she should. But after that show of concern, her reserves of damns were depleted. If nothing else and she awoke to their arguing, she could just sneak out. Or rather, try two. Silly ninja jobs.