Roxie reached up and took Vincent's hand in her own, moving it away from her face. Her brow furrowed and she looked down at the wood floor again. Parts of it gleamed like gold. She was going to miss the well-worn wood of that little pre-war apartment. "No. You've been perfect. Amazing, even." She looked up a little, focusing on his chin. "Which is why this isn't going to make any sense to you."