He's claimed her mouth dozens if not hundreds of times by now, but still when Mizu parts her lips for him, he is still just as reverent as the first time. What she gives is what he takes. Nothing more. Nothing less. As has been their way from the very beginning even when playing by the fox spirit's rules. One his hands rises from where it had been wrapped around her, tracing up along the line of her neck until he can hold her face, subtly altering the angle of the kiss.

Vergil kisses her until they're both left just slightly breathless. Their lips barely part from one another, enough that they share in the breath. Almost magnetically, he's drawn to kiss her again, although it's briefer, smaller kisses that still allow for the both of them to catch their breath.

"I love you."

The words are spoken softly and quietly between little kisses, but not in the way he spoke them the first time. That first time, his quiet speaking had been out of hopes that perhaps she would not hear, that he could retain plausible deniability to avoid rejection of such a direct statement his feelings. The quiet way of saying them now is because they are words meant for her and her alone even though there is no one else around to hear them. Vergil does not make a habit of saying them often even after having braved saying them that first time, but he says them now freely. They are feelings that he would have divorced himself from in his youth, yet he is willing to embrace here and now with her.