It's a quiet, rare sound. Few ever really get to hear it both due to the overall limited amount of company he tends to keep and his own natural demeanor, but Mizu's returned assertion earns quiet chuckle.

"Is that so?" Vergil raises an eyebrow as he reclines back ever so slightly, resting some of his weight back onto a hand. Not that Vergil had his doubts that Mizu had recovered sufficiently in the time allotted for a short nap, some meditation, and a bit of food, but the look in his eyes, that spark of his usual fire tells Vergil that he is certainly recovered well by now. It's good to see even Vergil doesn't know quite how to articulate exactly why it is. He just knows that he goes looking for it every time they clash blades. "So, you must change the parameters of defines a victory in order to secure your success by declaring what's clearly been my victory my loss instead?"