Vergil had been surprised to learn that Nero opted to take Mizu out for pizza. Not to say that there had been any continued tensions between the two of them that would lead Vergil to believe they were best not left alone. On the contrary. Despite the fact Mizu did not heed Vergil's warning before sparring with Nero, the pair seemed to be doing well enough with each other. Not enough to say there was a friendship necessarily as Nero was quite clear there were aspects of Mizu he found to be...off-putting, if Vergil were to be generous, but certainly enough to consider them not on poor terms.
So, he wouldn't have exactly thought anything unusual if Nero had simply kept her company or let Mizu be entirely until Vergil's return. Despite how rough Nero's language may be, he is still exceedingly polite when he wishes to be, and it seems to be within his practice to remain so unless someone provides him with reason to be otherwise. Especially seeing as how by then, Nero knew the truth of their relationship. That they are...dating. (It still seems a strange thing to say for Vergil, but that's more a by-product of avoiding a label for so long than any reflection of their relationship.) Nero seemed quite nonplussed by the information, but generally supportive nonetheless. So, the polite nature of their relationship continuing seemed more likely than more intentional time spent together. Thus, Vergil's surprise that Nero suggested they go out for pizza. However, despite curiosity about the outing, Vergil chose not to pry for details from Mizu or Nero. Neither said much about it beyond Nero did giving Vergil a bit of playful grief along the lines of "you snooze, you lose," and so Vergil simply trusted it went well. There's certainly been nothing amiss since between the two of them that would suggest otherwise even if there has been no repeat since to his knowledge. Regardless, Vergil has chosen that unless either one of them explicitly requests his intervention, he shall let it be between them.
"Perhaps," he says, setting aside the last of the dishes to dry before rinsing down any remaining suds in the sink. "But I think more importantly when the scents of the bath fade, it's my scent that's on you first."
Whether that's because Vergil is with her and close to her or she's helped herself to his clothing, he's confident that his scent is the first. Perhaps that's why Kai does not mind him nearly as much, he thinks faintly. She's come to associate his scent with Mizu enough that she contemplates kicking him rather than immediately deciding it as the only choice. It's as good a theory as any, but it's not really the point. Sink and hands clean, he steps over to where Mizu is leaning against the counter and places his hands on either side of her, resting his forehead against hers in a gentle nuzzle. Vergil likes the little marks he leaves upon her regardless of whether they are marks of his passion and desire or his scent alone. Mizu is his and allows for those to remain on her skin because she chooses to give herself to him. It remains a pleasing thrill to him even beyond their more intimate acts with one another because he's proven himself to be worthy of it, safe enough for that sort of vulnerability from one just as guarded as he also tends to be.
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So, he wouldn't have exactly thought anything unusual if Nero had simply kept her company or let Mizu be entirely until Vergil's return. Despite how rough Nero's language may be, he is still exceedingly polite when he wishes to be, and it seems to be within his practice to remain so unless someone provides him with reason to be otherwise. Especially seeing as how by then, Nero knew the truth of their relationship. That they are...dating. (It still seems a strange thing to say for Vergil, but that's more a by-product of avoiding a label for so long than any reflection of their relationship.) Nero seemed quite nonplussed by the information, but generally supportive nonetheless. So, the polite nature of their relationship continuing seemed more likely than more intentional time spent together. Thus, Vergil's surprise that Nero suggested they go out for pizza. However, despite curiosity about the outing, Vergil chose not to pry for details from Mizu or Nero. Neither said much about it beyond Nero did giving Vergil a bit of playful grief along the lines of "you snooze, you lose," and so Vergil simply trusted it went well. There's certainly been nothing amiss since between the two of them that would suggest otherwise even if there has been no repeat since to his knowledge. Regardless, Vergil has chosen that unless either one of them explicitly requests his intervention, he shall let it be between them.
"Perhaps," he says, setting aside the last of the dishes to dry before rinsing down any remaining suds in the sink. "But I think more importantly when the scents of the bath fade, it's my scent that's on you first."
Whether that's because Vergil is with her and close to her or she's helped herself to his clothing, he's confident that his scent is the first. Perhaps that's why Kai does not mind him nearly as much, he thinks faintly. She's come to associate his scent with Mizu enough that she contemplates kicking him rather than immediately deciding it as the only choice. It's as good a theory as any, but it's not really the point. Sink and hands clean, he steps over to where Mizu is leaning against the counter and places his hands on either side of her, resting his forehead against hers in a gentle nuzzle. Vergil likes the little marks he leaves upon her regardless of whether they are marks of his passion and desire or his scent alone. Mizu is his and allows for those to remain on her skin because she chooses to give herself to him. It remains a pleasing thrill to him even beyond their more intimate acts with one another because he's proven himself to be worthy of it, safe enough for that sort of vulnerability from one just as guarded as he also tends to be.