Vergil wrinkles his nose slightly as Mizu goes about sniffing her own armpit at the dinner table, but he does not offer any particular admonishment for the behavior all the same. For one, she's not a child, and for another, Vergil doubts very much it would do anything to dissuade her from it in the future. It is with a quiet, soft sigh that he shakes his head. And there is no particular protest either when she says she lacks charm shortly thereafter, although he does still somewhat disagree. She lacks a traditional charm, one that follows manners and etiquette, but that does not mean she's truly without any charm whatsoever.

"How merciful of you," he says with a quiet, amused huff. "Either way, if you're nearly done, I'll set to cleaning up while you finish."

Vergil rises to his feet, but does not yet release Mizu's hand.

"Try to taste and savor it, won't you? I didn't work hard making it for you to just inhale it," he says, his free hand turning her face towards him as he bends down to press a kiss to her lips all the same. "How you don't give yourself a stomachache constantly is beyond me."

And yet, despite the mild scolding for how quickly she eats, he still provides Mizu another kiss with a smile on his lips, his thumb gently stroking her opposite cheek. Giving her hand a light squeeze before letting go, he breaks the kiss and straightens back out to clear both his place setting and the remainder of the meal from the table. By his estimation, there's enough left for one or two more meals depending on how Mizu opts to make it stretch. Knowing her recent patterns, it will probably err on the side of two rather than one. Vergil hopes soon a bit of an equilibrium will be naturally achieved now that Kai is more or less settled, and it's that same hope that keeps him from essentially staging an intervention.