Vergil never liked openly showing himself in public. But this seems to be a special occasion, and for the first time in a long while, he isn’t tense or constantly expecting to be attacked. He knows that it could happen, so he brought Yamato with him, but he hasn’t had to draw the katana yet. And, even if it’s nighttime, he prefers keeping a low profile, so as to not alert humans of his presence. He’s come looking for something, or someone, specific, and he’s sure that he’ll find it. He’s not in a hurry, anyways, so he can take his time.

And he eventually does find whoever it was that he was looking for. His expression remains utterly cold, and even somewhat disgusted, as per usual. But he’s glad to have found this… kid. One that he sired himself, and one that doesn’t even know of his existence. Yet.

“That attire is not befitting of your status.” He muses out loud, staring down at his spawn as they stand in front of him, their confused expression contrasting starkly with his own.

“But we can take care of that later. For now, tell me your name and age.” It’s not a request, it’s a command. But at least it’s not aggressive. And he even seems mildly curious about what name may have been given to his child, as he had no participation in that decision. He’ll maybe give them another name, if he feels like it, or if he deems their actual name unworthy of his legacy.