The whole time, the president was all quiet as you patched up his wounds. He was glaring at you sternly but you still couldn't help but tease him.

"And here I thought you hated violence." You chuckled as you continued to patch up his wounds.

"I do, but that guy pushed me to my limits." Vincent replied with a serious tone.

"And how exactly did he push you to your limits?" You asked, curious to know why.

He stared at you for a brief moment before responding.

"My limit is you."