Vincent stroked Lucinda's hair away from her ears, leaning in.
"I want you...to kill yourself."
Although Lucinda made a valiant attempt at keeping a straight face, Vincent could sense her fear.
"Vincent," she said, her voice trembling slightly, "you don't really think I would-"
She was interrupted by Vincent's cackling. He stepped away from her, laughing so much that he appeared to be vulnerable, though anyone who knew him would know that he was as ready to fight as he would be at any other time.
"No! No, I didn't think you would! And it delights me, it delights me, Lucinda," Vincent turned to face her, "it delights me that you wouldn't sacrifice your life like that. It shows me what you are. It shows the greyness of your soul. Come..."
Vincent began walking towards the forest.
"Come with me. To my grand abode. Those are my terms for sparing the human's life. You may reside where ever you wish within my domain, though I recommend that you stay close to me, if you do not wish to undergo any physical harm at the hands of one of my more feral colleagues. And I can assure you, I will do everything I can to keep you safe during your visit. You may leave at dawn, or later if you wish. So..."
He turned again, leaning on a tree.
"Do we have a deal, rival?"

