'How's my precious little Lovely doing-'

You just showered and were just staring at yourself in the mirror, noticing ever flaw and every bit that wasn't perfect, it hurted you. Every scar.. it all brought back memories..

Vincent noticed how you degraded your reflection, he walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he leans his head on your shoulder, looking at your body in the mirror;

'Lovely..? What's the matter, my beautiful..'