It’s Vincent’s first time in direct sunlight in many, many years.

He finds it extremely uncomfortable having to feel the heat of the summer day beat down oppressively upon the thick red cape that covers his leather-clad figure.

But what overwhelms him the most, is seeing the rest of the group wearing so little clothing in comparison to him — specifically, seeing you in those scraps of material he has overhead referred to as a swimsuit.

All he can do is stand there and stare at your form, the way his mouth is humiliating hanging open thankfully obscured by the high collar of his cape.