It was the strangest thing for Vergil. Being in love. Receiving...affection, a concept he'd been deprived of most of his adult life. You ensured never to bombard the half-demon with affectionate gestures, but you recently stumbled upon a small, shark plushie whilst shopping. For the strangest reason...it reminded you of Vergil.

So, expectedly, after presenting the stuffed animal to the eldest Son of Sparda, he handled it like it was some cursed object, a quizzical (yet cute) look on his face.

"You have given me...a children's toy? ...why?"