[Vergil visibly shudders when Dante denies having any relations with Trish, expression scrunching like he just bit into something unpleasant. Setting aside the circumstances of Trish's path crossing with either son of Sparda, she was made to look like their mother. The furthest thing from Vergil's mind was the idea that anything was happening between Dante and Trish, and now he really wishes Dante hadn't said anything because that was not a thought he needed. Ever.]

I figured as much...? [The question in his tone is really only an unspoken question as to why Dante thinks that's what Vergil would conclude. He shakes his head as he extends his legs on the couch since Dante has taken to mildly wandering rather than sitting back down. He is still frowning in disgust though. Gross.] She isn't over here as often as she is for Nero's sake and certainly not for mine, in any case. I assumed that after...

[Vergil trails off, not really sure how to put it in a succinct way that doesn't feel as though they're about to tread into thoughts and memories neither one of them is liable to want to remember. He lets it be, returning to the point.]

I assumed the two of you must have remained close based on how often she is here. [He pauses a moment before adding,] I'm glad you have a friend here with you at least. Unfortunate that Lady could not also be here.

[He bothered to remember her name at least. Well. It's less a matter that he did or did not remember Trish's name, and just more what baggage comes with her existence for Vergil. Lady does not come with that, so she's a touch easier for Vergil to talk about even if he certainly couldn't claim to know her any better than he knows Trish.]