Mizu tugs on his wrist and Vergil has a difficult time not grinning over her impatience even as they kiss. He allows her to draw his hand closer once her legs are parted, but he does not oblige her immediately. Not directly. Instead, he inverts the positions of their hands, placing his over hers. While the change in position may come as a bit of a surprise, Vergil doubts Mizu is ignorant of what he is doing. It's not the first time he's done this albeit the context was a little different. Guiding her fingers to tease over her own folds, Vergil breaks the kiss.

"If you're that impatient, perhaps you should take care of matters more yourself," he says, teasing her as she predicted he might, before kissing along her jaw. He speaks low into her ear when he reaches the corner of her jaw. Vergil pushes her fingers gently near to her entrance, drawing a line to a teasing stroke of her clit as he speaks. "Then perhaps the next time you find yourself in my clothes...and alone...I could occupy a corner of your mind."

The reality is that Vergil doubts very much Mizu dedicates much time if any at all to that. Whatever arguments she makes to herself to allow for such indulgences with him likely do not hold much weight in pleasuring herself alone, assuming the thought even occurs to her in the first place. But reality is not the point. The point is building a fantasy. Regardless of whether or not Mizu ever thinks of this later or acts upon it, both of them will still possess the memory of his hand over hers as she pleasures herself in want of him. It's a sweeter thing, he thinks, than to simply miss him. A longing with release that was not dependent upon his physical presence.