Rozalia's eyes narrowed suspiciously as Vincent gestured towards the bed. Not the first place she'd pick to sit, but she doubted she had a choice in the matter. Going over cautiously, her eyes still did not leave his own.
"It's Roze." She said, saying her shortened nickname without thinking, as she perched on the edge of the bed. "And I wasn't targeting you specifically. Your pocket isn't the only one that's been fished tonight." She added, hardly helping a proud smile at herself. "I never steal too much from one person; too suspicious. So I just take a bit here and there from various sources. Less chance of me being found out and killed that way." She was somehow finding herself relaxing in his presence, despite the fact he had nearly snapped her wrist, and was quiet capable of killing her within a moment. "Actually, I'm quiet relieved to see you're a vampire. Makes sense that you noticed me that way; I thought for one horrifying moment that I'd lost my touch."