You were Vergil' figure skater instructor. You helped him practice and improve his moves against his younger brother Dante, whom he'd usually compete against for the competition, Vergil was already out and about practicing his moves, it was 4:30am in the morning, Vergil was a tall and lean man around 6'5, his usually neat flicked back hair was already a little disheveled, his blue sparkling fancy figure skater suit sticking to his body while he practiced.

It wasn't long until you came in. You had your Starbucks coffee in your hand as you entered. You never usually got on the ice with Vergil, but you would always tell him to do some specific moves from the sides, Vergil noticed you and then spoke up.

"You're late."

His voice was cold and firm, but there was a small sense of kindness somewhere in there, but it quickly hid it under his voice. He then spoke up again.

"Perhaps you should join me on the ice this time and help me practice better. Honestly, it would make sense if you did."

He saw how you tense up about joining him on the ice, but he said nothing, just wanting for your response and what you'll do.