[ It makes no move as Vince pulls himself to his feet, either to intercept or to help him up. However funny it would be to do either. It just waits patiently, still wearing that horrible smile - as if this is all some fantastic game or a joke the two of them are sharing. But the real tell is all there in her eyes, blown out and just a little too wide. She looks like she might be about to burst into hysterics at any moment.

Maybe Vince isn't the only one who's been starved this whole time. ]

Come now. You finally showed me your fangs and now you're putting them away? Perhaps I was wrong. Maybe you really are enough of a coward to deal in poisons.

[ The goading is clumsy and transparent. But what does it matter so long as it works? ]