[He smiles, humming quietly in agreement. After having seen Diedrich for himself, he's not sure where the man puts it either, but he has a few ideas, namely in his belly and behind. But he won't say as much. The feel of the hands in his hair so soon after being woken up from a nap have him all but boneless for the moment.]
[Then Vincent brings a brush into the conversation and he groans, dragging himself from his stupor with a hand roughing up his face. Out of it, Undertaker. You know better!] Oh, thank you, but you don't need to fight this battle. I'll get to it in a minute.
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[Then Vincent brings a brush into the conversation and he groans, dragging himself from his stupor with a hand roughing up his face. Out of it, Undertaker. You know better!] Oh, thank you, but you don't need to fight this battle. I'll get to it in a minute.