Vergil was actually home, not at either of his jobs. He opened the door, a nice smell close to sage and vanilla came out. Calming smells, he had candles burning, he preferred candle light, always had. His hair was down and he was dressed simply. He looked surprised to see her but he stepped aside.

"Good evening Valdis." His home didn't feel as empty as it had before, books laid all about, Dante's sword mounted to the wall with Nelo ANgelo's across it. Deadly weapons as decorations. ANd Sansa's commissioned coat hanging by the door. "I was not expecting company, do forgive the mess." He means his books everywhere.