Vlad didn't jump as the fist hit the table, nor as Mousse's expression twisted from grief to rage. Instead, as Mousse made his declaration, Vlad smirked widely and leaned a little closer.

"Wonderful! That's the attitude to have. It's only a matter of time before you will be reunited with Shampoo, so long as you keep focused on your goal and let nothing stand in your way." One of Vlad's own fists clenched on the table as well, although he didn't notice it. "You know, my boy, I used to be in a situation much like yours. I can't help but feel moved by the power of your emotions. I may be only an old man, but nonetheless, I'd be happy to work with you on helping return home to save the woman you love from making a terrible mistake." He leaned back a bit. "I'm not much of a fighter, but I tend to be relatively clever, if I may praise myself. You, on the other hand, despite your wounds, seem to be a warrior."