[His eyes narrow briefly at that subtle change in her expression, uncertain what to make of it. Confusion does not manage to make its way into his face at her question, but even Vergil feels distinctly that a step has been missed here. He is just uncertain as to which one of them missed the step.]

In the time that you've known me, have I ever seemed like the sort of person who reaches for subtlety in expressing myself? [Vergil shakes his head slightly.] I've no quarrel with you, Oleandra. I simply come to the library for its relative quiet.