As Giselle appeared, Vadim found his grin far more beastly than before. He would not forgive these humans, ever, but he would contain himself for now. Stepping inside, his gaze left the girl named Belle to watch the thieving parents. "Indeed we hadn't. Greetings. I am glad you did not forget our little....arrangement," he chuckled. The posh, calculating tone that he spoke with now was a far cry from his beastly howls of before. He hoped to instill that in these humans, to show them he had once been something of a prince. It didn't matter than his parents came from another country than this. They had died for it and left him everything they once had, money, roses and power. He glanced back at Belle. And now she would be his as well. "Never mind the food. I wish to discuss our arrangement."