[Vergil rolls his a little at the theatrics from Dante, but even if he wouldn't necessarily acknowledge his faint smile, Vergil doesn't rain on Dante's parade by telling him to knock it off or not to get so ahead of himself.]

So, what you are saying is you have no excuse next time I ask for your help in the kitchen, [he says as Dante pours the wine. That...is more than Vergil would have poured for himself. But again, he says nothing of it. Even with as little as Vergil tends to drink, it's nothing the demonic metabolism won't be able to quickly burn off before it has any real effect.] Is your plan to just watch me eat, or did you intend on sampling some of your work for yourself?