[Vergil looks to the book in her hands before his gaze returns to her face, trying to ascertain what exactly the intention is here. The word debate is a deliberate choice—Vergil will not be convinced otherwise of that—and with it comes a certain weight behind it. As well as something Vergil is not particularly interested in doing if the way his gaze drifts momentarily behind her. All he wanted to do was visit the library and enjoy a few quiet hours there. Instead? This.]
[He heaves a sigh, half-tempted to simply walk past her through the front door. But Oleandra has not proven herself to be a consistent nuisance to him that he's willing to disregard her so intensely and acutely. So, he willingly steps aside so as not to block the door himself. He stands before her with his arms crossed.]
There is nothing I wish to discuss, let alone debate.
no subject
[He heaves a sigh, half-tempted to simply walk past her through the front door. But Oleandra has not proven herself to be a consistent nuisance to him that he's willing to disregard her so intensely and acutely. So, he willingly steps aside so as not to block the door himself. He stands before her with his arms crossed.]
There is nothing I wish to discuss, let alone debate.