Vincent didn't know what to say, he looked at Liz for a moment. Sitting there quietly as she tended to the gash on his forehead. Sweet? She called me 'sweet'? He didn't really know how to react to that comment, except for a slight blush on his cheeks. He continued to sit there on his bed, the blanket wrapped around him with his head poking out. He could not help but reach out a hand to lightly touch the bandage covering the gash on his head, flinching a bit since it still hurt to touch. "So.. How am I like a cat?" he asked her, curious to know why she said that. But, Liz was actually really caring too, even though she often would yell or raise her voice at him. But, even trying to be gentle towards him, he didn't know what to feel about it. Was he starting to like her now?