"You've already arranged to get him killed?!" Vincent's carefree decision provoked his uncle, Klaus.
"Yes."
"Do you know how risky such a move is?" The old wolfman banged the table. Vincent smiled, expecting him to react that way. He threw a grape into his mouth then spoke softly, "So sweet. Want some?" He pushed the bowl full of grapes to his uncle, but he declined because of his rage. He was acting too much like his father for an adopted son. They both had the comic character whenever a serious matter had to be discussed.
"I only requested his death. We will frame the slave he's traveling with. There is no need to worry, uncle."
Klaus still had his doubts about killing Darren before Marcellus. To him, it was a wrong move, but to Vincent, a perfect checkmate.
Vincent picked up the glass on the table, gave it a little shake and watched the red wine sway "I am fully aware you want my Father's death for your own advantage."
