He couldn't even fight the quirk of one side of his lips. He almost smiled. He brushed it away quickly however. "At least you are seeing it right."

Damn he would have, Dante would have died for either of them to know they both lived a day more even if Vergil certainly didn't deserve it.

He finally moved and took a seat in one of the chairs, his eyes staying on her for now. He had weapons, he had weapons even when unarmed thanks to his magic, but he had no plans to attack her, that was purged out of his system. "I have no idea what else I can say." Conversation is not his skill.