Vincent smirked and an eyebrow arched at the same time. "Yeah, same. I am most definitely not eighteen anymore." Jesus that really had been a long time ago and sometimes only sometimes Vincent felt his years but those moments were few and far betwen thankfully. "I mean why fuck in an alley when you have things like expensive hotel rooms."
He let his touch stray to idly toy with and turn over the necklaces decorating Samson's chest. "I like something with soul," he shared as he flicked a gaze up, gaze heavy and dark beneath those ridiculously long lashes of his. "Not really big on popular music. Call me old fashioned but there's something that speaks to me with jazz and the blues." A breath escaped him as he angled his head. "As for movies? Horror is a fun genre." His lips tugged into a predatory smile before he pressed that much closer.
"El Paso." Vincent even let a small southern twang enter his voice as he admitted that truth. He smoothed a thumb along the sharp line of Samson's jaw. "So, what are your plans for the rest of the evening?"