Vincent felt a little of the color drain from his face when she continued to be snarky at him. The comparison to Tuxedo Mask was just cruel, in his opinion.<br/><br/>Still, he could tell by the way she held the flower that she enjoyed such things. It bristled him a little that she knew he actually was talking with the plants and asked if they screamed anyway.  He found such a notion distasteful to say the least. He frowned for a moment.<br/><br/>He still didn't want to fight, but even now the insults about his powers and about his masculinity stung just as much as they always had.<br/><br/>Vincent had only heard a whisper or two about "the Axe Murderer" around campus, and none of it was flattering. Though it was against his better judgement, and harder than his reactionary first instinct, he forced himself to smile.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #008000">I do possess the power of trichokinesis, that's correct. It's no stranger than those among us who can fly, change their size, or whose skin is a different color,</span></span>" he said calmly. He grinned wolfishly before continuing, "<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #008000">I much prefer Sailors Jupiter and Venus, personally. Tuxedo Mask was much too overdone in my opinion, and</span></span>" he crouched down grinning more broadly, gesturing broadly with one of his hands, "<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #008000">if I were trying to woo you, Penelope, you'd know it,</span></span>" he finished standing back up.<br/><br/>In the hallway all around them were tiny branches and vines covered in blooming flowers of many colors. With one hand on his bony hip, waved the flowers and vines away. He shifted in place and adjusted the weight of his bag. He cleared his throat around the tight knot.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #008000">As far as killing them, I don't do that. The rose I gave you was part of a branch on the bush that was too overgrown to get light properly. It's like what cutting hair is like for most people. I do my best not to hurt them, and I help them grow.  Sometimes, in return, they tell me things and help me,</span></span>" he said more somberly than he meant to.