( There's a low rumbling of a chuckle deep in the back of his throat at that, flipping idly through more of the pages more because he can than actually meaning to find a particular page of interest. Snapping the book closed rather loudly between his hands, he waves it around then as he smiles over to his brother. )

Maybe it's because unlike some people I actually read interesting things and not high art in text form.

( Like his gun magazines and... other particular reading material that has pictures of mostly women in it, but hey. Those articles, man. Those articles. But hey, Vergil's reading it. Just like he knew he would and he's glad to see his brother take the time to enjoy the things he used to again. That alone makes this worth the Lore purchase.

Book in hand, he gently bops it off the top of his brother's head before he sets it down and swings himself over the back of the couch, red coat fluttering after him as he does, making his way over to the kitchen area with another whistle on his lips. )

I'm hungry. Anything good around here to eat?