[Vergil doesn't say anything. Instead, he scrutinizes Dante very carefully, looking for any and all signs that he's just trying to wind Vergil up. Because surely, he must be trying to wind Vergil up. It was one thing to get Vergil to put on that uncomfortable, matching (and frankly hideous) Christmas sweater. That was at Nero's behest and for ultimately just a few hours for a special occasion. That's different. There is absolutely no occasion in this world or their own that Vergil can possibly think he would ever even consider wearing anything remotely similar to what Dante is currently donning. Not even for their birthday would Vergil so much as entertain it as a thought when Dante would arguably have more leverage than usual.]
[His lips pinch as his jaw clenches in his disgust at the notion, and as he realizes there is no way he can possibly ascertain anything beyond sincerity from Dante.]
...You need to leave the house more. You're starting to develop cabin fever and grow delusional.
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[His lips pinch as his jaw clenches in his disgust at the notion, and as he realizes there is no way he can possibly ascertain anything beyond sincerity from Dante.]
...You need to leave the house more. You're starting to develop cabin fever and grow delusional.