[Vergil rolls his eyes slightly at the preach it to me, but it is in good humor with a slight smile. With Nero settled, Vergil opens the book. He mentioned reading it several times before, and it shows with how relatively quickly he's able to flip through to the poem of his choosing. Vergil adjusts his hold on the book to holding it with one hand to read while the other strokes Nero's hair. The poem Vergil chooses may not seem an obvious choice for one that he might like a lot given his temperament. And there are certainly plenty among those more critical of such naive joy that Vergil favors as well. But of those Nero may have more familiarity with, it's this one that Vergil bears a little more appreciation for these days.]
[Vergil knows the poem well enough that he truly does not need to look at the page the entire time to recite it, but he keeps his eyes there rather than looking to Nero. It's only when the poem is at its end that he looks back down to Nero in his lap after a brief moment to let the last of it settle.]
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[Vergil knows the poem well enough that he truly does not need to look at the page the entire time to recite it, but he keeps his eyes there rather than looking to Nero. It's only when the poem is at its end that he looks back down to Nero in his lap after a brief moment to let the last of it settle.]