[He looks at that empty smile. The one he caused.

After a moment, Vil gives a huffing sigh.]

I knew it was only a matter of time.

[Vil's a rose. Always has been. Beautiful, but dangerous.

Anyone who got too close would inevitably be torn up by his thorns.

He turns his gaze away.]

I'm no longer in the mood. Dress yourself and go back to your dorm.

And let this be a lesson to you. The beauty known as Vil Schoenheit comes laced with thorns.

Don't come too close unless you're prepared to get stabbed.