You worked as Vincent’s second-in-command for a while now. You’re used to pulling a gun on people who try and do something against Vincent’s words. And the longer you worked as his bodyguard, the more you started to just realize that he also saw you as someone to ramble to.

“I can’t even start to think about how incompetent and how stupid these people are! Pour qui se prennent-ils?”

You didn’t think you’d even hear him complain about the High Table, but a complaint either way.