Vance's face was completely blank, wondering if he had misinterpreted Victoria's words. He had a feeling that he probably did; after all, he was never really good with people... so he simply smiled slightly, tightening his hold on Victoria's hand affectionately. [i]"To be fair, it was you who was attacking it from close range, while I stood back and threw fire at it. Of course you'd sustain an injury or two... or maybe more than just an injury, but the point is, I couldn't've done it without you."[/i] He smiled, sitting himself down upon the bench while Victoria continued and spoke of owing her life and whatnot. [i]"I'm... not sure I understand, really,"[/i] He admitted–whatever 'love' Victoria spoke of was foreign, and so Vance was careful to not jump to conclusions. [i]"But had it not been for you, I'd've died the day we met. So even if you say that you owe me your life... we're technically even."[/i]