Never a man to take things seriously, really. As formal as he was, he often read childish books, purely for the sake of it. Attenuated fingers traced the outline of a book he had carried with one hand, the novel of a young Alice trotting across Wonderland. A classic Victorian tale, really.

”You seem lost, how may I be of assistance?“ Vincent didn’t even peer up from his book. But seeing as how you had disturbed his peace by stepping in, he smiled at you nevertheless in hopes you’d answer.