[ He's had enough of this shitstain, loathe as he is to admit that, and Vanitas lets out a low growl when Owen's arms go over his shoulders. Personal space is something he usually doesn't put so much value on, but he can't say he's enthused to be so close to this person in particular.

Instinctively, almost immediately, he swings his arms backwards, trying to shove Owen off. ]

You're that desperate for my attention, are you? And for what?

[ He scoffs. ]

The least you can do is introduce yourself, if you're going to be so clingy.