The demon was feeling just a tad restless, finding that simply sitting in his den was not exactly too appealing today. It was far too quiet and far too dull which simply called for impromptu planning! Of course it wasn't much of a plan, Vincent simply leaving his apartment in favor of hitting the streets, deciding to let his feet carry to him towards anything that might catch his interest. It had carried him somewhere, alright. He just wasn't exactly sure if he was to be impressed or not. In fact he really just felt annoyed, glaring down at the pale haired male as he yelped. Oh, this was a pleasant surprise.

"You should really watch where you are going." he 'politely' advised. The look in his eyes were not so kind, but at least he didn't lash out at the kid for even daring to bump into him like that. Not yet, anyway. "Where the fuck's your leash?" he questioned, a question that might have seemed out of place had the demon not known he'd just bumped into a hellhound. Surely there were laws about letting an animal roam freely. Even if that animal happened to be a large dog demon from hell.

Eyes narrowed as a threatening look crossed the demon's features. They both knew very well that the mutt was the one to blame! Not that he exactly helped any since he could have very well avoided the collision had he been paying attention himself, but that was besides the point! "Ouch!" he mocked hurt, putting a hand over the area his heart should have been. "I've never heard that one before." he went on, sarcasm practically dripping off his tongue. The demon hardly had any interest in friends anyway and if people didn't like his 'grumpy' attitude then they could kiss his ass for all he cared. So the attempts to wound him were a bit flawed. The hellhound would have to try harder than that if he wanted to offend the older demon.

For example, his comment about the leash seemed to have hit a nerve and red eyes sparked with delight as he watched the dog's expression fall into a very angry snarl. "If looks could kill~" he smirked, clearly pleased with himself for upsetting the ever annoying lovable Danya. The demon had it coming as far as Vincent was concerned and he wasn't too fazed by the comment either. If anything it only seemed to encourage him knowing he'd gotten the hound worked up.

But he wasn't a fool. As much as the demon would have liked poking and prodding the poor pup further, he decided against it should that temper flare too far out of control. He was bored, but he wasn't looking for a fight, even if the way he was behaving might have suggested otherwise. "No need to get all worked up, pup." he spoke with a chuckle, stepping back and crossing his arms over his chest casually. As much as he wanted to tease him, he could understand where the demon was coming from. To an extent, at least. He hadn't a contract that lasted as long as the younger male, but he knew how taxing it could be nonetheless. That didn't mean he'd be going too easy on him though.

Not to say that Danya wasn't always a total dick whenever the two had managed to run into each other, but today seemed rather different. Something seemed to be off with the younger demon and while Vince could most certainly sense it, he wasn't about to let himself get concerned over this sad excuse of a hellhound and would only continue to poke and prod at him while his armor was already a bit weakened.

But was he always this weak with his comebacks? That he wasn't so sure of, but the attempt did make him chuckle. "I don't know.." he began, rubbing his chin in a thoughtful manner. "You tell me." he smiled. Well Danya was a bitch, so he'd certainly be the one to ask, right? He was sure his master would have agreed as well.

"Important enough to have stopped you." he argued with a scoff. "You could have already been headed home to your master with your tail between your legs by now, yet here you are making laughable attempts at comebacks." Vincent might have been a bit more sympathetic were he in the kid's shoes, but since he wasn't contracted to anyone at the moment, he wasn't going to relent on using his current slavery to mess with him, especially since he was clearly just a glutton for punishment at the moment. "I'm flattered, really." he smirked deviously. Not looking for a fight, no, but if Danya was going to insist on playing with him, the elder demon wasn't going to back down right away, especially since he found this situation far more enjoyable than the hound did.

Surprisingly however, the snarling stopped long enough for the other demon to ask where he was going, a question that caused the dark haired male to quirk a puzzled brow. "Wouldn't you like to know.." he chuckled. But despite not seeing the point in dignifying the boy with a response, he humored him anyway. "Wherever's calling." he answered simply, an answer which really didn't explain much at all but an answer nonetheless. "Why?" he turned the tables, curious as to why he even wanted to know.

Was those words meant to derail him? If so, it hadn't done the trick, the demon laughing at the mere notion. For what he was, Danya wasn't that bad looking. His human form, at any rate. "I'm not usually in to bestiality." he began with a smirk. "But maybe if you begged for it I might be kind enough to show you a real master." he teased What could he say? Vincent was a bit of a whore. But now wasn't the time to go serenading the pup with his devilish charms, especially since they were kind of in the middle of a pointless argument. Maybe if he didn't piss off the hound too much that might be something he'd look into if he were ever in the mood. As it stood now, however, he was more than content simply messing with him while he seemed to be in such a vulnerable spot.

But he hit a bit too hard this time and it was evident. The anger practically radiating off of the hound managed to even send a shiver down the elder demon's spine, a fact that made his grin widen in awe. Such a ferocious puppy! He was half tempted to see how much further he could go, the hellhound certainly looking like he were on the brink of losing it. What fun would that be? Sending a demonic dog on a furious rampage? Sounded like a blast! But he knew better. Danya was correct, being rather dangerous, even more so when angry. While Vince had no doubts he'd be able to hold his own against the younger demon, he wasn't too sure he wanted to deal with any venomous bites today.

"Oh alright!" he chuckled, holding his hands up in a defensive manner. "No need to get your panties in a wad, I was only playing with you." he admitted. "A word to the wise though, I wouldn't go telling just anybody about your... predicament. Out of faith of all things!" Why? Well he should know now why it wasn't a good idea, he was just fortunate Vincent was such a kind soul!

"Are you really that lonely?" he teased lightly. Of all the people he could try to tag along with, it had to be Vincent, right? He wasn't sure whether to feel honored or insulted, as he could have very well been a last choice. Either way, he didn't think too much into it, simply walking past the pale haired male. "Please don't tell me you've been trying to piss me off this whole time." he taunted with a smirk. It seemed like he'd allow the company so long as he 'behaved' as much as a demon could anyway.

Why was he not surprised? Well he wasn't entirely disappointed either, always finding situations like this more fun whenever the other party posed a challenge. Of course that was probably mostly his need to dominate talking. At the suggestion of finding an actual dog, Vincent simply rolled his eyes. "Well it wont be as much fun without a challenge." he frowned. A regular canine would lack the attractive attitude this son of a bitch had. Then again that probably wasn't a bad thing either. Still, he wasn't about to go trying to bed a dog. He wasn't that sex crazed.

"I still can't tell if I should feel honored about that or not." he commented offhandedly as he retrieved a cigarette, snapping his fingers to ignite the tobacco stick. He still was not sure why the male had felt like telling him about his situation to begin with, but he was kind enough to not share it. Really, he just had no reason to bring it up to anyone else. And maybe somewhere deep down he did feel for the kid, knowing how shitty some contracts could be. The thought made his back hurt and in turn made him take a deep drag, letting the nicotine put him at ease. "Enough about that over-sized tick though." he insisted with a wave of his hand, for once content with moving away from the subject. It would probably make Danya less likely to turn into an oversized dog and try to take a bite out of him.

"What a rebel!" he laughed, still amused by the fact that Danya actually attended the Academy. "I might have to play the role of responsible adult and escort you to school." he smirked. "Want to make sure you get a proper education, after all." The demon still didn't understand why someone would want to succumb to something so stupid like that. He had never gone and he was doing pretty alright in his opinion! But maybe most people weren't as skilled at acting as he was. Oh well, their loss, he certainly didn't envy their fate.

Vincent took a moment to consider their history as the boy spoke before offering a simple shrug. "Fair enough." he began, knowing that his dear friend was rather weak today. "You sick or something? Cause I swear to fuck if you get me sick I'll kick your ass." Of course demons, well most of the 'mythical' creatures for that matter, weren't as susceptible to illnesses like humans were. Still, there was absolutely off about Danya today that he just couldn't place his finger on. Maybe the fucker got a new haircut? Vincent would never be able to tell, looking into that ghostly pale hair too long gave him a headache.

When the question about his happenings came up, Vince hummed in thought before finally deciding to humor the kid with a response. "More or less." he chuckled, purposely not going into details. From his cover job as a bodyguard to his natural job of taking souls from desperate humans. Of course he liked to cause trouble on his off time too but he figured he'd keep that much to himself as it was pretty obvious what the hound was more focused on. "Down, Fido!" he groaned, rolling his eyes. What a beast.

The hellhound was getting a bit too excited over nothing though as unfortunately (or fortunately depending on how you looked at it) he hasn't been making too many contracts as of late. Since he'd made a point to limiting his services to humans, he's found actually presenting the opportunity a bit more difficult these days. You couldn't just pop up in a cloud of smoke anymore like a fucking genie without getting some odd looks or immediate screaming and running. This is what he resigned to, but at least he still had his collection of souls to keep him sated for the most part. Souls that he was sure Danya might actually become envious about if he was really that starved. Better to keep that to himself as Vince wasn't really the type to share.