Vincent, who was already fixing Robin with some pretty skeptical attention, is momentarily unreadable. Impossible to tell if he's thinking, annoyed, uncomprehending--but he doesn't move for a good handful of long, uncomfortable seconds.

And then he gets up and starts walking calmly towards Robin.

There was a part of Robin, however small, that was kind of hoping this would come up nice and early in their conversations. Now they can get it out of the way, it won't be looming over his head, it won't become exponentially worse the longer no one talks about it... Honestly, this is the best way it could have gone!

But the rest of Robin thinks this is bullshit and starts to scramble.

"Hey, Vince-- Vince, it's not--"

Vincent looks like he's turning to Irahl at the last second, but it's just so that he can shoot his arm out to the side and grab a fistful of Robin's shirt. He lifts the demigod about a foot off the ground and shoves him into the wall as if he weighed next to nothing.

Robin kicks a little and grips at Vincent's tightly-clenched fist, mostly out of surprise, which makes Vincent look terrifyingly still by comparison.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you," Vincent says more than he asks, nearly a threat.