<em>Half-human form?</em><br/>The words brought back another image, his hands finding themselves tense all of a sudden, careful not squeeze her hand as another portion of the night before filled his mind clearly. The creature he saw, was it him? Her scent was sweet but also the scent of the other wolves brought confusion to his face, he had smelled them before, at the bar. His hand pulled away, a hand rubbing his head as he jotted down what he could recall, the book typically used to write the images that came to his head during his PTSD attacks. When it was done he looked at her, almost embarrassed as he knew that whatever he was had hurt her, even if it was not him personally.<br/>"You will not...it has been a long time since I have spent time with someone, but I can not live with<strong>myself</strong>if I let a young woman like you alone in the world...after all you have endured. Allow me to take care of you, no strings attached...until I came to this town...I did not even know what I was, how I lived for so long. I saw my family age and pass on before me."<br/><br/>Vincent's  other hand had moved up to caress the scar on her hand, trying to soothe it away from her perfect skin. He leaned in closely, eyes watching her as he kissed the area after lifting her hand up.<br/>"I'll care for you...a man without a woman to care for is not a man..."<br/>His father's hands coming from his own mouth, words of wisdom passed on decades ago, moments before he married his wife.