[Vergil shoots Dante a look that should quite plainly answer his question, but he still provides an answer all the same.]

If you weren't holding an open bottle on my bed, I would have pushed you before you could even finish that question, [he says, withdrawing his remaining arm around Dante so that he can stand up. Tiredness from Dante is to be expected, but the smile on his face and his quickness to follow the change in subject signals to Vergil it's as good as time as any for him to return to his own space.] But fine. We can do pizza again tonight.

I owe you for the books, anyway. [Seeing as how the strawberries lasted all of five minutes... Vergil shakes his head a little as he steps away to return to his book on the couch.] Do yourself a favor and don't try to lie to me about where they came from, or I'm making Greek salads tonight instead.

[Truly no good deed goes unpunished.]