...I'm not sure how to broach the subject to him. If he's... mine. But I will try.

[There's a bit of a helpless look on Vincent's face for a moment, not that Toph can tell. But there are ways in which she undoubtedly can read into his body language and tone that establishes the same reaction, really.]

Unfortunately, he doesn't know what he wants yet. But he is young, and he has time. ...I suppose, really, it's just a matter of waiting until he figures out what he wants for himself. Knowing that he can choose, now that he is out of Hojo's clutches.

Undoing that man's work is a progress. But I make no plans to choose anything for him, that I can assure.