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Both of their silences was enough for Vaughn to know that there was more going on. What exactly, he did not know. But Alistair had better take control of the situation before he handled it for him. When he shoved the sword back at him, Vaughn took it, glad to have his set back. He smirked, looking at Alistair, then at Isadora, then back at Alistair. He took a step towards the druid, and while Alistair had a couple of inches on him, Vaughn ensured that his point would make it across. He did not wipe the smirk from his face, but anyone who had at least one conversation with him would know he meant his words.

"If you do not control this situation, I will take over." He then turned to face the Princess. "And trust me, you would not want that." He would not kill her, but he would not show her whatever kindness Alistair had that made her rush to him when he was wounded. Then, in a less serious tone, Vaughn looked back to Alistair. He smacked the side of his shoulder. This action was ordinarily a friendly exchange between two friends, but in this case, Vaughn made sure he hit the exact same spot where Alistair had been stabbed. He hoped it hurt like hell. It was his little subtle revenge on Alistair. "Alistair." He turned and gave a short nod of acknowledgment to Isadora. "My Lady," he said, and with those words, began to walk away. Whatever was going on between them, Alistair had better control himself because Vaughn was not going to let him ruin this plan that they had worked hard, sort of worked hard, to create.

[[And thus, Vaughn makes his grand exit. Thank you for letting me guest star in your guys' thread. I had a fun time writing with both of you. If you ever need him to come back to cause more mischief and discomfort, you know where to find me. And now, to leave you two love birds alone once again.]]

Vladimir? Where on earth did she get that name from? "Vladimir," he repeated, smirking at the strange nickname. "Where on earth, or I should be asking in your imagination rather, did you recover such a name." Ironically his name did begin with a V, but there were 26 letters in the alphabet. No need to emphasize the one his name actually began with. "I should be in fact questioning your nickname more than the name itself." Vlad. What was horribly awkward word. Still, if that was what she came up with, then she could call him what she pleased. He would at least give her that liberty. "Is that truly the best you can do?"

She was not the first ambitious woman he had encountered, but she was the only one who had taken it so far to dress in the attire of a knight. "If only there were some way for you to clear your confusion as to which gender you would prefer to be, by completely transforming yourself into a man. It would be a shame to waste such beauty, but you seem to possess more personality traits of a man, than a woman."

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Vaughn did not care whether she was telling the truth of if she was speaking a lie. All that mattered to him was that he had what he wanted, and that he got what he wanted. "Exactly. I will leave this up to your imagination. It is much better that way. Refer to me as whatever you like." Maybe it would be more interesting to prolong the revelation of his name, not that it mattered for any other reason. "We have already established how great my imagination can be. Now let us see the extent of yours."

Restrictions. Vaughn had broken free of every single one. His own bit of rebellion while growing up. Fortunately, one could not break restrictions if none were in place to begin with. "You take a great deal of pride in your clear resistance to authority and control." What made her stay, her love for her family. Even though she created clear defiance against them. "Where did you learn such traits." Such a strange woman. But a strange woman who was going to give him just the right amount of money, if not more.

The boy's stammering and obvious uneasiness was what fueled Vaughn. He was highly amused by his stuttering. He was after all a boy. Vaughn was not sure what more to expect from him. Yet, he would still bully him and instill some fear into the child. And the suddenly he changed his tone. As if a switch within him had been altered. This only further amused Vaughn and he began to chuckle. "A coin? That is all you offer me in exchange for your life? Surely you believe it to be worth more. Otherwise, you are just a sad, pathetic excuse for a future man."

Vaughn had no care towards the boy or anyone else for that matter. No one was innocent. No one deserved more than anyone else. It was his cynical viewpoint of the world that encouraged such dark thoughts in the knight's mind. "It does not seem like you are in position to be making demands boy." He pushed the knife a bit closer, though at an angle so that it would not cut his neck. He was not planning to physically hurt the child, unless he provoked him to the point of doing so. "What makes you so bold to presume that you have the authority to tell me what to do?"

Vaughn had payed no attention to what he knew was going to happen. He noticed from the corner of his eye that the princess had tried to run, but he knew she was not going to get far, which is why he did not join the chase after her. The men he hard 'hired' had already grabbed her as he heard the screams and signs of struggle. He was just focusing on sharpening his dagger. It was not until he felt one of the blades pulled from his sheath. He had not noticed quickly enough. All he saw was Alistair give him a look, and then run after the girl, following the action.

Vaughn rolled his eyes. Idiot. What does he plan on doing. He could hear the grunts and small sounds of pain as he heard the clanging of weapons and what he assumed was the men meeting their deaths. The first thought that entered Vaughn's mind, was not ager at Alistair for killing them, but the annoyance over having to go back out there to find four more idiots to pretend to hire. It was really a tedious task to do such a thing. But Vaughn could not easily ignore the fact that Alistair was going through all this trouble over saving the girl. Surely he had to have known that Vaughn was not actually going to let them kill her. Never the less, he slowly followed to see what was happening.

He did not rush, he took his time. And when he got there, most men were already on the ground and the princess was, surprise, safe. Vaughn was walking as he was only getting a view from a distance. All of them seemed to be dead, which is what made him take his time even more. But suddenly, his assumption had be disproved. One of the men who appeared to have been dead, was actually alive and very quickly had pulled a knife from the side of his boot, standing up and stabbing the first place he could: Alistair's shoulder. He forced the blade in and pulled it out again, clearly dissatisfied with not getting his mortal blow. When he began to aim for Alistair's head, this is when Vaughn moved a bit more quickly. In a very quick motion, he pulled his other blade out from the sheath strapped to his back and in another swift act, decapitated the man before he had the chance to kill Alistair.

Vaughn did not do this because he valued his friend's life. He did not see him as a friend; Vaughn saw no one as a friend. He did so because Alistair was more useful to Vaughn that the man he had killed. Alistair was someone he worked with, someone who was less easy to replace. His saving of Alistair's life was for strictly selfish purposes. Now whether anyone else saw it that way, Vaughn could not control. But he knew why he had saved the druid's life without a second thought or moments hesitation. He held the sword in his hand lowering it and lightly kicking the head to the side. He then looked at Alistair. "I would like my sword back now." His voice was amused, as a small smirk formed on his face. He did not feel bad for sending the men after the princess nor did he feel bad for just as easily ending a man's life. The only thing he did not like was the fact that she was causing them this much trouble.

She was not talking that much, which Vaughn took as an indication that she was not in fact comfortable with what he was doing right now. Which was exactly what he wanted. What proper woman would feel comfortable with a man who was blackmailing her and making inappropriate jokes. Not that she displayed signs of what society expected a 'proper woman' to be like, but still. She was still a woman. When he finally unclasped the last bit, he threw the bits of armor to the ground and took a step back. His eyes scanned her body from top to bottom, looking as if he was inspecting something with great detail,

"All done," he said in proud voice, purposely sounding overly pleased with his accomplishment. He looked at her, with a devilish gleam. "What is my reward for my efforts?" He asked, meaning that in a way that suggested he was expecting something other than money.

"Such things I have to see for myself," he said. He was obviously satisfied with having eventually gotten his way. Things would only get better, especially when they got to the estate. "After all, what would life be if we always listened to others. You of all people should know that there is no fun in that." It was clear she was rebellious, going against what her family wanted. What sort of noble family would want their daughter to be in such dangerous and risky situations? So it was obvious to assume that if she had listened to them, then she would not be where she is right now, and perhaps, not have experienced as much as she has in life.

To let someone control one's life was despicable to Vaughn. It was why he did not do well when it came to taking orders, even from his family. "It only deprives us of true adventure." He was not trying to be wise or share his own experiences with hers, since he was not exactly the sharing and caring kind of person. He was just talking while still removing her armor.

He noticed that she too was not looking away. Worked for him. Whatever she decided to do, he would stay with his decision to lock eyes on her. And that way, if his hands happened to trail away from the clasps....oh well. Alegra would probably have a bigger problem with that than Vaughn. While he was many things, he would not forcefully violate a woman, but the fact that she did not know that, would be something he could use to his advantage. As each plate was very slowly being removed, he could not help but comment.

"It was more fun imagining what was underneath. Now the mystery is gone," he said teasingly. It was not more or less than what he had expected. He enjoyed teasing nobles and royalty more than women of any of any other class, for they were often not used from crude comments unless they came from commoners and even then it was not often a women wandered amongst the lower class regions. It was why he enjoyed saying such things; because it was never expected of a noble to say such inappropriate things and Vaughn was a man who often used the element of surprise to his advantage.

::vaughn::

Whether she admitted it, denied it, embraced it, or rejected it, there was one constant: Vaughn would always be amused. No matter what she said, or what she did, he was entertained by her. She had managed to capture his interest long enough for him to even bother asking her more than once for something. Of course, it helped that he was getting money out of this, but the bigger reward was having that control over her. "Why of course. I would be delighted to," he said, emphasizing the word. He moved a bit closer to her.

He was still looking at her while he began to all too slowly began to unclasp the necessary parts to remove her armor. He kept looking at her face, rather than what he was doing. He would feel it if need be, but he could see where to remove the necessary parts from the corner of his eye. Besides, he had done this many times before, it was nothing new. Of course, it was new for him to do it for a woman. Such a strange reversal, but perhaps that was what made it so funny.