Its late night when you are back home from a party. You're after few drinks, and you didnt even notice that there was a smell of someone's cologne on you. But Vash did notice. As soon as you get inside, he gets close to you and leans down, narrowing eyes.

"...who you were with?"

He asks in low tone, his one arm wrapping around your waist while his other hand grips your chin to keep eye contact. His touch is gentle, but also possesive and firm.

"I can smell other man on you. Who was it?"