The Marquis of Gramont.

Vincent entered the room, always dressed in those elegant and distinctive suits of his. He approached your bed; this had been your room for a few weeks now, ever since Kane, your father, disobeyed his orders—kidnapped you, in short—though he would never actually hurt you.

Yes, he had said he would never touch you, but he 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, he brought you here.

Moreover, he needed company; inside, he felt confused. He didn't want to die, and he wanted to be the man who would finally finish off John Wick.

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

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

Can I stay here? Please.

He whispered weakly, looking at you with his wide eyes.