Vadim ate with his usual gusto and a total lack of appreciation for the food. It was sustenance and a necessity, but the entire time, he was hyper aware of Belle's presence just across from him. Despite that, he startled at her question. Jaw clenched, breath catching in his throat, Vadim froze. "Why should that matter to you?" he hissed, so completely on edge for no reason. Hearing himself though, he lowered his gaze as the silence stretched. He sounded angry. No, he sounded like a beast. That thought gave him serious pause so that after a half minute, he answered the young woman's question. "It's been four years..."