Vincent looked up into the face of the felid that stood over him, and after a moment accepted the hand held out to him as the creature sat. He only peripherally knew of this “Wazuki”, or Lynx rather as his sources had revealed to him when he had tapped various databases during previous jobs. Lynx’s name had some come up several times, but he surprisingly couldn’t find much else on him. Regardless, Vincent knew him to be dangerous, and not to be trusted. He kept his red stare on Lynx’s face, sniffing deeply as the creature’s scent drifted to his nostrils. He felt the Galian beast’s sudden awareness and he tensed slightly. The beast in him could quite possibly consider Lynx a challenge, which would end badly for a lot of people, not to mention the building would get a rather abrupt overhaul…namely reducing the structure to rubble. Leaning back on the bench along the wall at which he sat, he left his clawed gauntlet on the table and regarded his new companion. He would be lying if he wasn’t somewhat intrigued by the prospect of a “job”, and he was silently grateful that Chaos had returned to the planet because the harbinger would have jumped at the chance to destroy. As it was, one did not play host to the demon fated to end all life on the planet and remain unchanged. He had retained some residual power from Chaos, and it was that darkness in him now that wished to hear “Wazuki’s” offer, “I’m listening.” He growled.

As the felid’s mouth opened to speak, the entrance of a rather garishly flamboyant character, resembling a psychotic clown, abruptly captured his attention. With the majority of his focus fixed upon Lynx, as he determined the cat to be the bigger threat, Vincent scrutinized the newest addition to their little tête-à-tête. The cold cunning of Lynx coupled with the madness of one self-introduced Kefka Palazzo, reminded Vincent of a certain silver-haired former-General. To the clown’s question, Vincent raised an eyebrow and asked flatly, “Cupid…guy? Might you care to elaborate?” before turning back to Lynx, “I must confess that your methods of propositioning are rather unorthodox, as I would have guessed you one for favoring subtlety. Do all of your…associates, make such obvious entrances?” As he spoke his gloved right hand, hidden under the table and further obscured by his crimson mantle came to rest lightly on the butt of Cerberus, forefinger tapping a silent and gentle rhythm as he waited for his companions to speak.