Vadim's lips pursed, but he did not contradict Belle. In fact, he had no intention of forcing anything more than coming to the manor with him. "Very well," he hummed and turned away. There was no point in arguing it anyway even if he liked the idea of her riding in front of him on the great stallion that once was the prized treasure of his father's stables. Not yet a master of horses like his father, all but the best he freed to run wild in the woods. After grabbing some of the bags to secure them, he turned his attention back to Belle. "I will give you one minute to say your good byes. Then we must go...ah." He paused, pulling something down from his horse. "And your final payment of roses." He dumped the bucket filled to the rim with brilliant blossoms onto the ground in front of the house, his last farewell to it.