"What do you think of this one? Is it comfortable?"

If he had been asked a year ago if he'd ever raise a kid, Vergil would've said that he wouldn't in a million years. But here he is, helping his own child try on some of his coats. He knows that virtually no normal human teenager would wear a coat like his own, but his child isn't a normal human, so he's willing to try. And he doesn't want them to look like other normal kids. Maybe it's a bit egocentric, or even vain, from his part, but that's just how he is. He feels like his child is better than others. And maybe it's true in some aspects, like regarding strength, considering the demonic blood that flows through his family's veins.

"I think the size of this one is adequate. It's one of the ones I used when I was younger, so it's even more fitting for you."

Even if his expression remains stone cold, a very subtle smile forms on his lips. He's very proud of this kid, and he's even more protective of them. That's what being a father means, he supposes, but he still won't admit his feelings to anyone.