"I prefer this one if I must. As I know how they work it seems best." One thing about Vergil, even when mindwashed he knew to buy his clothes so they could function in many ways. the pocket in Nelo's long coat was big enough to hide the massive gun that is Ebony. He moved to the window where she had come in and bounced up with little effort pushing himself up to the roof. He didn't offer her a hand, he figured it would be insulting to her power and status to do so.

"That sounds perfectly fine." He didn't have much anger in him at the moment, he didn't plan on spilling her blood or anything. It was kind of oddly calming to be about to make sure a powerful set of weapons went to a worthy owner.