The muffled sound of music, joyfull conversations and the clinking of glasses. The bar was full, and you, Vergil and your Devil May Cry friends were at the bar. Something like work integration.

Dante, as usual, entertained the group, with his flashy jokes, making people laugh and maybe even blush...

Vergil didn't like it.

You felt the touch of his hand on your chin as he tilted your face towards him, you saw his narrowed eyes, and the disgust on his face.

"Don't look at him, look at me."