[At Maruki's proposition, Vergil spares a glance in the direction of the gifted soba that he's yet to even touch. He likely wasn't trying to seek Vergil's consent for something as extensive as his opinions on the food, but Vergil finds it likely that his acceptance or rejection of the soba would have served as some form of consent for a similar arrangement. It brings to alert some old instincts quickly because it seems a great deal of effort for...? That's the part Vergil finds himself having a difficult time making sense of no matter how hard he tries. Maruki hasn't made his intentions known at all even if Vergil has the sense that if he were to call him out on it, he'd deny that being the case. But it is. The devil knows it for certain because whatever intentions Vergil speculates upon aloud, Maruki doesn't deny them. But neither does he truly acknowledge it as the reason either.]
[Vergil hums thoughtfully.]
Very well. [He looks at Maruki. He doesn't know this man's intentions truly. Not enough to completely rule him out as a potential threat that Vergil cannot see just yet because of his own assumptions. But it's better to keep someone like this closer at his own choice than the alternative.] Once a week.
[Vergil meant what he said about not being one for pity, and he's not about to tolerate several meals per week being provided to him. He also lets his tone imply this counts for this week before Maruki goes and gets any ideas.]
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[Vergil hums thoughtfully.]
Very well. [He looks at Maruki. He doesn't know this man's intentions truly. Not enough to completely rule him out as a potential threat that Vergil cannot see just yet because of his own assumptions. But it's better to keep someone like this closer at his own choice than the alternative.] Once a week.
[Vergil meant what he said about not being one for pity, and he's not about to tolerate several meals per week being provided to him. He also lets his tone imply this counts for this week before Maruki goes and gets any ideas.]