He stays where he is, quiet, observing. Part of him is sharply alert for signs of aggression, just not the sort one would encounter versus monsters, waiting instead for the arrogant, overconfident displays of bluster he occasionally found when facing against Wutai's elite. Or a young freshly enhanced SOLDIER riding high on treatments and feeling a bit too big for their boots.

He's waiting for a challenger, to his kills or the watering hole, and he is on some level aware of it and disconcerted by it.

It's not his spring, and Vincent isn't contesting his ownership of it.

"..I'm sorry?" It doesn't help refocuses him from waiting for some display of attempted dominance or contesting his place.