"Survival?" Vincent mused, almost purring the word as he rubbed his chin. "By the look of you, I should think that the life of a thief is not terribly hard on you." Again, he approached her and stroked her jawline with the back of his hand. "Such a fair, young face, without the hardness given by the touch of cold or hunger."

The smell of fear on this girl was only increasing. She seemed more apprehensive of him than she had just a moment before. Perhaps she had realized what he was? To have caught on so quickly, she was surely quite worldly. Vincent smiled one of his cruel smiles again. He decided that this girl was interesting, and that he wanted to talk to her a bit more.

He seated himself in the wooden chair by the table in the room, crossing his legs luxuriously. The amulet he had bern holding a moment before was tossed on the table carelessly as he returned his gaze to the girl.

"You may sit if you like," He said, gesturing to the bed near his own seat. "On this particular occasion, what drove you to steal from me? Did I appear to be an easy target? Or a lucrative one? I'm terribly curious, so please do tell me..." He paused suddenly, and a strange, pitying look came into his eyes. "Why, I don't yet know your name, my dear. My name is Vincent, won't you tell me yours?"