While their mutual acquaintance and roommate would probably burst a blood vessel at the thought of such a kind and intimate gesture coming from this particular dragon... It doesn't feel very romantic at the moment. Vincent probably does need it, especially as he coughs to clear something out of his windpipe.

"Shit," he wheezes, "That's a fuckin'... Assassination attempt..."

But the light brush with death might clear his head a little bit. He continues up, complaining about how he doesn't want to have to tell his brother that he died because he thought a joke was too funny (and he does phrase it that way, despite it being technically impossible to tell anyone anything when you're dead). By the time they reach their floor, he's got things under control again and goes fishing through his large pants pockets for their key.

"I guess there's booze in the room..." He pulls out a receipt from the brunch place, crunches it uselessly in his hand until he realizes it's not a key, and goes back to looking, "But I dunno, I might be good... What time is it, anyway...?"