"All this red..." Vergil finally murmured, completely mesmerized.
Sapphire smiled like a woman who knew exactly the effect she was having. She walked around Vergil with the feline grace of an experienced predator, her heels softly echoing on the floor — each step, a threat wrapped in silk.
'She's... trying to provoke me?' Vergil thought, feeling the knot in his throat tighten. She was dressed more elaborately than usual, vibrant, intense. As if she had dressed specifically to ignite something in him... or to remind him of what he no longer deserved to touch.
"You seem speechless," she said with casual disdain, not even looking at him directly, as if she were speaking to the old version of Vergil, not the hesitant man before her. "Well... considering how much you've settled, I guess you no longer notice the woman by your side, do you?"
Vergil tried to open his mouth, a timid gesture of defense.
