Vincent tilted his head and seemed to think about her suggestion for a moment. "Are you trying to get your own way with me, Isabel?" She was. Selling her idea to him in a Vincent-friendly way, all so that she could see that stupid mother of hers. Pathetic. Did she really think he'd go for that. "I've already told you no. Don't disobey me." He settled his words with another glare, then relaxed against her. "You go out too often, princess. Always spiriting yourself away to places you think I won't find you..."