Vincent blinked, listening to her list things off.<span style="font-style: italic">Reflexes, Likes Food, Mischievous...</span>he thought, listing the things off in his head. He guessed he really was like a cat, but why would it matter? To the fact that Liz said that she thought it was fun to think of him like a cat, made his heart skip a beat. Why was he feeling this way towards her? Even though he knew he did wrong, and with her trying to comfort him. Sighing, he lied back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. "I guess I am like a cat..." He said to himself when Liz had left the room to go answer her phone. Another thing to mention would be drinking. Like cats who get hyped up on catnip, he was one to get hyped up when drinking. Just can't have it.<br/><br/>But, Vincent was a rather innocent guy, if you thought about it. He was good looking, had a soft, kind heart. As well as sensitive when people raised their voices. What was it that he was actually feeling towards her, from the fact that she allowed him to stay here. He never really had a home to begin with. Vincent use to live in a abandoned warehouse all by himself and away from people. Now he was actually living in a place where there were no holes in the ceiling and wouldn't get sick from every rainstorm thrown at him. Vincent could be thought of as a Stray, maybe.