Even as Mizu loses more and more voluntary control over herself, Vergil continues to pump his fingers within her. Words leave her, replaced by sounds of want and need and eventually release as she begins pulsing tightly around, and she's never sounded so sweet to his ears. Swept away by pleasure, Mizu keeps a tight hold of Vergil. Her fingers at his shoulder dig deep, bruising in their grip and sure to leave little half-moons that linger just a bit longer than the bruises themselves until she practically collapses against him. Withdrawing his fingers from her slowly as she recuperates against him, Vergil uses his tail to bring her legs together again. He relinquishes his tail's grip on her leg then, allowing it do de-manifest so Vergil can lean back against the tub wall more comfortably. Vergil's other arm replaces where his tail had been around her waist as he holds her there against him. He presses little kisses to her head and what he can reach of her cheek. Until she comes back to him, Vergil has a firm hold on her and allows his little touches to bring her back to her body.

He returns her nuzzling affectionately.

"I am always yours to have," he says back like a sacred promise. Whether it is limited to just her mind or not, Vergil is hers as he promised before. She needn't want or long for him.