When Mizu tilts her lips close to his for the kiss, Vergil returns it. It's sweet and chaste, and the only point of contact he seeks out for now with his hands still on either side of her on the counter even as she feels at his sides over his clothes. Just as she does not push for more, neither does he. It's only ever in private that Vergil is this free with his affection, but he does not feel the particular need to be overbearing about it. These little gestures are just as important and enough on their own as compared to the bigger ones.
"Well then, if she lacks that much sense, it sounds as though she may be more foolish than the one who looks after her," he says with a teasing smile against her lips before kissing her again. Vergil moves one of his hands from the counter to along Mizu's forearm, tracing down along to her wrist and hand. "Her loss. My gain."
Intertwining their fingers together, Vergil presses a kiss to Mizu's hairline before stepping back. His other hand follows a similar path along Mizu's other arm, but does not end in holding her hand so much as gently disentangling them from one another. By the hand he's holding, Vergil leads her the few paces to her stairs, guiding her to walk ahead of him once they reach the base of them. He's long-since been allowed into the upstairs of Mizu's cabin without needing some form of explicit permission from her. There's nothing really remarkable up there as far as the bedroom or bathroom are concerned, and nothing about Mizu in those spaces would somehow shock or scandalize him either. Simply put, the upstairs to her cabin hardly feels even remotely forbidden to him as it had in the beginning of their time together. But despite there now being this implicit standing invitation to share in the space, Vergil respects the whole of it as hers still. Thus, every now and again, he does little things like this because he knows most are not privy to any of it let alone as much as Vergil tends to be.
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"Well then, if she lacks that much sense, it sounds as though she may be more foolish than the one who looks after her," he says with a teasing smile against her lips before kissing her again. Vergil moves one of his hands from the counter to along Mizu's forearm, tracing down along to her wrist and hand. "Her loss. My gain."
Intertwining their fingers together, Vergil presses a kiss to Mizu's hairline before stepping back. His other hand follows a similar path along Mizu's other arm, but does not end in holding her hand so much as gently disentangling them from one another. By the hand he's holding, Vergil leads her the few paces to her stairs, guiding her to walk ahead of him once they reach the base of them. He's long-since been allowed into the upstairs of Mizu's cabin without needing some form of explicit permission from her. There's nothing really remarkable up there as far as the bedroom or bathroom are concerned, and nothing about Mizu in those spaces would somehow shock or scandalize him either. Simply put, the upstairs to her cabin hardly feels even remotely forbidden to him as it had in the beginning of their time together. But despite there now being this implicit standing invitation to share in the space, Vergil respects the whole of it as hers still. Thus, every now and again, he does little things like this because he knows most are not privy to any of it let alone as much as Vergil tends to be.