[He leans back in his seat, that mean smile on his lips]
You're no lamb.
[Doesn't mean he's not a sheep. Honestly Vince has never cared for the idea of untouched, pure flavors. Not that he remembers the difference in the literal sense: his tongue has been dead since childhood. But the idea of it isn't appealing.
A lamb knows nothing. A lamb doesn't know any love other than it's mother's teat.]
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You're no lamb.
[Doesn't mean he's not a sheep. Honestly Vince has never cared for the idea of untouched, pure flavors. Not that he remembers the difference in the literal sense: his tongue has been dead since childhood. But the idea of it isn't appealing.
A lamb knows nothing. A lamb doesn't know any love other than it's mother's teat.]