T...that was a chuckle. Vincent knows how to chuckle. It's brief and soft but even if Tifa's new senses include acute healing, it's still easily heard as close as they've moved.

"If there's anyone here I'd trust to serve a good drink, it's you." There's something in his manner that suggests he'll take her up on it. And maybe the talking, too. Because in a moment more, Vincent's lighter mood becomes somber again.

Tifa's new senses really are good. And he's going to have to remember to rinse his mouth. Be a little more careful. These are thoughts that cross Vincent's mind. That and the way more than the usual two eyes of a human momentarily open and widen with alarm at the thought there's danger. His blink once or twice.

But he's not so surprised that she'd ask whether or not he's injured. She may not be the Tifa who shares the exact same memories as Vincent does, but she seems to share the same heart.

Crossing his arms, Vincent buries his features back into his cloak and lets out a sigh. Is it a little embarrassing? It might be possible.

"I'm not injured. I dragged a monster to the water," Vincent begins, pointing out that combat did in fact happen. Yet... he really doesn't feel like lying further; even if it was by omission. His gaze shifts to the side, looking at her to check her reaction.

"I developed a need for blood recently. Been taking it from monsters. Seems your senses really are developing if you picked up on it."

The forneus hadn't been so big that he'd left much behind.