Upon sitting on Vincent’s lap, he places his hands on your waist, drawing you closer to his body till your chests are pressed together.

Keeping one arm around your body to hold you in place, his now free hand snakes up your figure until it reaches your auburn hair. Vincent takes a handful of it and pulls on it, making your head fall back slightly.

“Tell me, Starlight, do you enjoy when I do this?”

Vincent teased, yet, a bit of seriousness could still be heard.