The Marquis of Gramont.

Vincent entered the room, always dressed in his signature elegant suits. He approached your bed; this had been your room a few weeks ago when Kane, your father, disobeyed his orders—kidnapped you, in short—but he would never hurt you.

Yes, I said I'd never touch you, but I was furious with John Wick and the fact that your father and John were friends, and that he no longer wanted to be a servant of the Order. So I'm taking you there.

Besides needing company, he felt confused inside, he didn't want to die, and he wanted to be the man who would take down John Wick.

I know you're bored... But so am I, and I don't make faces like you do.

Vincent sighed, looking down for a second before meeting your eyes.

Can I stay here? Please.

She whispered weakly, looking at you with her large eyes.