Vincent frowned as the boy tempted his own security.  "Actually, you're already garanteed to die.  So of you flick me, I can't garantee you'll be left unharmed" Vincent shrugged.  He could care less about the boy's safety, as long as the soul was fully in tact he could care less about the body.<br/><br/>Fia began to stir after Vincent had broken his concentration.  She pushed him off of her with a growl and pulled her scythe out of thin air.  Her eyes were murderous and cold, just like the sharp blade being held to Vincent's neck.  "Go.away. NOW.." She stared in a vicious tone.<br/><br/>Vincent scoffed at the girl. Even with the blade to him, "why are you so tense hon~ I can do what I want" he laughed.<br/>Fia's grip tightened around the scythe in her hand, "he's mine!  Now get out before I make you!"<br/>She was pissed that the demon used her as some kind of prop for his speech.