Seeing Vergil smile was like Christmas. Everytime his lips curled up enough for the indents of his dimples to make an appearance, it was like the sun itself just smiled down on you. it wasn't one of those half-grin's the Half-demon always did when getting a One-Up on Dante, but a real, genuine smile. It, quite literally, made you cry.

Vergil was...panicking, to say the least, as he noticed the tears beginning to prickle your eyes. Had he done something wrong? Was he not supposed to smile-was his smile that awful?! Gently holding his fingers close to your cheek (too terrified to actually touch you), Vergil looked around, oblivious to the concept of 'happy tears' and darting his pale eyes about to find the source of your emotional reaction.

"...what's wrong? Did-did I do something improper?"