<div align="center"><strong>-=Vincent Kincaid – Administering 50ccs of TLC to his Mae – In the Hall, The Gamble=-</strong></div><br/>Vincent let out a soft chuckle, thankful that Mae had not been harmed so bad as to injure her sense of humor.<strong>"It's okay love, it wasn't going to make it through the night in one piece either way."</strong>Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to make sexual innuendo with the girl who had gone through something so traumatic, but he could think of no better way to reassure her than to just be himself.  It was just the first step back to normalcy.  Once Griff offered his part to help bolster the spirits of the beauty in a blanket he was holding, Vincent read the unspoken order.  With a quick glance over his shoulder and a menacing scowl, he made his own wishes known to punish the monster in room two extra well on his behalf.<br/><br/>With that, Vincent left Griff to his devices as he made his way towards his personal quarters.  All the while he made sure to keep a firm hold on Mae to reassure her that she wouldn't be going anywhere without him.  As he entered his room, he left the door behind him cracked so that he could hear Griff should his assistance be needed.  It may be unlikely given just how roughed up that tah mah duh hwoon dahn appeared.  Vincent reverently laid Mae upon his bed as he knelt beside it.  Even after he did so, he did not allow himself to part from her.  Rather, one arm slid under her shoulder in what could only barely pass as an embrace while the other hand caressed the hair out of her face.  The bruise on her cheek didn't go unnoticed, but it did nothing to mar the beauty of the woman before him.  His voice was soft and comforting as his concerned eyes met with hers.<strong>"It’s just you and me now, my love.  Tell me, what can I do to help?”</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Tah mah duh hwoon dahn - Mother humping son of a bitch