"If you are able to learn it after one more massage, then I am doing a terrible job of it," he says with a light laugh. Not that Vergil wouldn't put it past Mizu to still unintentionally undermine the purpose of the massage to learn his techniques by watching him carefully. Mizu has proven through enough of their games that she's able to still find pleasure in sensation, but remain grounded enough that she does not lose sight of her intentions and goals. But that's a different matter. Those intimate games that he challenges her with only provide Vergil the excuse to worship every inch of her, and flood every last of her senses. Even if she doesn't succumb and lose, the outcome remains the same. This, however, has the intention of relaxing her as she is now. Keeping a sharp eye and awareness of his hands only serves to change the outcome, and undermine its intention.

Vergil reaches for her again, but this time draws her in closer to him. He doesn't pull her into his lap entirely, but he pulls her near enough that she can lean back against his chest. With her legs slipping from his lap, Vergil's entangles their legs together loosely just as he so often does when they lay in bed and idle away a portion of the morning together. He traces along one of her arms with his fingertips before more firmly wrapping his arms around her.

Quietly, he says, "I already trust you."