Vincent quickly becomes engrossed in the TV while Stefan makes his sandwich. Currently it was set to an American news channel. It amazed him how willing they seemed to talk about absolute tripe, hopping from pointless celebrity topic to pointless political ‘scandal’. He was frankly amazed at home unfocused it was at times. He begins to think maybe he’s been reading the newspaper too long, the sound of a knife clanging into a sink only barely registering in the back of his mind. 

Stefan’s sudden approach goes unnoticed the little guy, Vince squeaking in surprise. He quickly turns towards him, the air growing…very hot for a few moments before cooling back down. “Uhm, yes name. I have got a name. Um…Vincent Mysca.” He says rapidly. “Vincent is my name. Um...some people call me Vince though. So...whatever you want I guess.”