Rick gave Vincent the look and sighed.
"I don't give a shit. It's creepy enough with you keeping that in your damn fridge", he said, sighing. "You're lucky I don't really care.."
And Rick didn't realise that this fact alone made him as much insane as the vampire.

Vincent finished his blood bag and looked at it for a few moments before looking at Rick. "You want me to help you shave first? Just to get that out of the way?"

"Nice change of subject.. but you can do that. And... why the fuck you are keeping my ball in the fridge?", he asked, rising his eyebrows.

Vincent shrugged. "I don't know. I just felt the need to keep it.
If you would rather I throw it away, I'll throw it away." he replied casually.

"Seriously?", he asked, sending other male a heacy look.

"Is that what you want?" Vincent asked. He was more than happy to part with it if it made Rick feel better, though he felt he was losing a bit of control by doing so.

"Yes. I want to take off your ball just as you did to me", he said softly.

"Fine, and we'll throw them away together." Vincent replied.

"What the fuck? Why you care so much bou them.. not like they aren't important..", he muttered, rubbing his forehead.

"I don't care, honey, I'm just letting you know that I'm going to throw yours away. That's all I'm saying, since it bothers you." Vincent replied. Now he felt like they were a nagging couple, though Vincent was still talking calm. He was serious about just throwing away the whole jar if it made Rick feel better. He admitted it was weird to keep them.