[He leans back against his palms on the bedding, humming in thought.] No, no. I jest. I've never been disappointed in you and you've all the right in the world to dismiss that if I was. All I would ask of you is to let me be as I always have been to you. I will be no less.

[If he was ever disappointed in either of them, it was himself, but that feeling seems far from here now, farther and farther away the more brilliant Vincent's smile becomes.] Let me tell him, my lord. I won't leave that on your shoulders. He already knows I'm connected to your mother somehow. If I don't tell him, he will find out in time, but now that I've let the cat out of the bag with you, I may as well confess to him.