Vincent tilted his head to her fingers as they curled around his hair, making a happy sort of grunt noise. It sounded more like something a horse would make than a human. "Yes," he purred, folding Isabel up in his arms. "You don't need to see her, she's fine. Phone her up later if you're that desperate to talk. She'll only tell you she's worried about you and she's said that before. Woman's like a cracked fucking record," Vincent spat, yawning as he nuzzled his pillow.