Vincent throws his hands up in the air
Vincent: I dunno, cuz I'm a fuckin' bleedingheart! Do you want the job or not!?
"Please."
Vincent: Great. Now you honestly don't have to do jackshit if you want-just don't tell anyone about anything you might see-or hear...oh-and recognize that this whole operation isn't entirely...legal...
"Great, now I'm doing illegal shit."
Vincent: Nah, you're just an accomplice-and trust me, even if we get caught-I can very easily pay bail so I'm not too worried about it.
"...."
Vincent: Hey-calm down, you're gonna give yourself worry lines. And...just-believe me when I say that what we're doing here...i-it's saving lives...
He has this extremely determined look on his face.
"Yeah, okay.."
Vincent: So...your room's upstairs, down the hall, and uhhhh...y'know what-12th door down on the right...
He starts to walk away
Vincent: Oh-and if you smoke in my house, I WILL kick you out.
(IM LATE HOME BUT THATS BECAUSE I NEEDED FOOD I HAVENT EATEN SINCE 12 O CLOCK)
"...okay."
He seemed pretty uncomfortable
