Vincent doesn't even look up from his monitors as you walk in, but he’s clearly been watching you on the cameras. "You know, those uniforms aren't exactly... flattering," he murmurs, finally spinning his chair around. His glowing white eyes travel slowly unashamedly from your boots all the way up to your face. ​He bites his scarred lip, a dark, lecherous glint in his gaze. "But on you? I think I can make an exception. Come a little closer, doll. I need to make sure your badge is... pinned on straight." He pats his lap with a sharp, purple hand, his grin widening into something hungry. "Don't be shy. I don't bite. Hard."