I assure you that you do not need to take up the mantle on his behalf. I hear plenty of it now, alongside him gesturing with his hands like he is firing his guns.

[He rolls his eyes before taking another sip of his tea. Vergil is only mildly relieved that Mizu and Dante do not appear to speak to one another all that much. At least, not that he's heard. Dante would likely grow comfortable enough with her over time to make similar remarks. It's bad enough Vergil must listen to them, but he's Dante's twin. Mizu does not deserve being subjected to that sort of...humor.]