Vergil chuckles at the affectionate accusation, the sound a low and pleased rumble in his chest. Some mornings, he takes ownership and is in agreement about them being tricks. Other mornings, he takes playful offense at the accusation. Regardless, the outcome is always the same, and he keeps her for a while longer in the morning in their shared warmth. Now he provides no response to it either way, much as he would not be able to lay claim or protest within this fantasy. It's something for Mizu to imagine in whichever direction pleases her most.

At the mention of her sheets tangling with her legs, he moves his tail further along the leg he's draped it over, slipping it beneath her calf. But despite his firm hold on her leg, Vergil does not manipulate the positioning of it. Sheets, after all, would not have the strength to move her legs, but the sense memory of the weight of his tail may return to her another time. Vergil does, however, separate his hand enough from Mizu's to tease her entrance once more with his own fingers.

"Each time you press into the mattress, you press into me." Vergil kisses the corner of her lips before resuming his trail along her neck, teasing at her recently refreshed mark as though he may yet add more to it. "And you know how rapacious my appetite is for you. I won't give you what you want until you cannot stand that want any longer."