[It's not a position unfamiliar to Vanitas, being grasped by the neck, held captive by someone far more powerful than his own self. The deja vu gets him to laugh, shoulders bobbing with mirth as he, licks his lips before answering. He doesn't know how this will affect their imprinting, but... should it break, it ought to be fine. Or so he tells himself.]

To have fun. Is that so wrong? I'm not out to deliberately hurt your dear brother, if that's what you're afraid of. I have no intention of dragging his emotions through the mud before stomping on them. I merely wish to know him as I know you. Intimately.

[Breathing a little heavily, he trails the backs of his fingers over Vincent's cheek affectionately.]

You can't protect him from everything forever, you know.