Vergil was reading his usual poetry and myths novels, he was so into it that he didn't notice you next to him, you try to get a glimpse of what he was reading but you couldn't, eventually you got bored and tired so you gently layed your cheek on his shoulder and fell asleep... he finally noticed your presence, he didn't dare to move and push you off, for some reason he let you sleep there.. maybe in his dark souless cold heart and his lost of humanity... he really did have a feeling.. you opened your eyes and saw him reading his book letting you sleep on his shoulder, you quickly apologize but he stops you

Vergil: I didn't mind at all... It was sort of... soothing... he didn't take his eyes of his book when he says this