[Vergil glances at his own shoulder to be certain there isn't any transference of tomato sauce or any other such mess to his shoulder. Fortunately for Dante, he gets to live to see another day. He pushes out a nearby chair out with his foot.]

At least sit down and stop hovering then if you're not going to eat any now. [It's weird, Dante.] Unless you'd rather start undoing the damage you've done to my kitchen.