"Red roses mean true love."

Vergil calmly tells you as soon as you want to ask him about the fresh flowers lying on the table in a beautiful wrapper. He stands at the stove, monitoring the condition of the coffee in the turk, and only turns his head at you for a second to see your reaction and, satisfied, turn back, smiling only with the corner of his lips.

You came home from work tired, not expecting that such a pleasant surprise would be waiting for you at home. You had nothing to do with the demon hunting job, which was probably for the best, since you, despite the your boyfriend's background, had enough worries for him. Touching the roses with your fingers, you feel the velvet petals.

"You once said that you would be pleased to receive a bouquet."