[Then Nero talks about his father, and Dante chokes on what he's drinking, spraying it across his current company. He climbs over the couch, and rereads the text.
And again.
What the flying fuck?]
Yeah, no. I'm gonna have to call you out on this one. If you know Vergil at all, you know that he's the stuffiest bastard to ever walk the face of this earth or any other. He's seriously too stiff to ever get laid. Even if he wanted to, which I can't see happening, he has the charm of an angry snake. Seriously. It'd be easier for Cerberus to get a date. And he's a literal dog. Or he was, anyway.
2/3
And again.
What the flying fuck?]
Yeah, no. I'm gonna have to call you out on this one. If you know Vergil at all, you know that he's the stuffiest bastard to ever walk the face of this earth or any other. He's seriously too stiff to ever get laid. Even if he wanted to, which I can't see happening, he has the charm of an angry snake. Seriously. It'd be easier for Cerberus to get a date. And he's a literal dog. Or he was, anyway.