There's a little sound as Vincent has one of the newts taken from his hand--but it's mostly the soft surprise of unexpected physical interaction, and certainly not any concern with having to give up one of these crunchy snacks. He'd prefer that they eat, since he's not sure Robin will remember to feed them without prompting anyway.

The newt tastes pretty good. Surprisingly airy, for something that was once filled mostly with liquid. It goes fast. Has an interesting texture.

"You ever had these before?" Vincent asks, mouth full of said newt snack.