[i]Wow![/i] Vincent exclaims in Isaac's head, loud enough to give him a slight headache, [i]she's a babe! I sure as hell wouldn't mind taking her to a nice motel room![/i]

[i]Shut. Up,[/i] Isaac tells Vincent, feeling his body instinctively ready itself for a fight: His weight shifts ever so slightly to the balls of his feet as his stance widens, much like the blonde's did moments ago, while his muscles tense underneath his baggy clothing, maintaining a relaxed look, but still coiled like a cobra, ready to strike. Even as he readies for the possibility of a fight, Isaac keeps his tone light and nonthreatening, saying, "Uh, if you're talking about the way you made those guys run off like frightened mice, yeah, I did. If you don't want me to tell anyone, that's fine." Not that I have anyone to tell, he remarks inwardly.