[For the first time in the conversation, Nero looks at least a little more at ease. He lets out a breath and cracks a vague smile, leaning forward to bump her forehead with his.]

Good. 'Cuz my gramps might be a legendary demon knight, but I'm still just Nero. I promise.

[Like yeah... so many demons over the years used to sneer at him and call him "Sparda's kin" and "blood of Sparda" and all that shit. He always knew it was a connection somehow. But it feels a lot more real knowing exactly how close to Sparda he is. Even with what he knows about Sparda as a person and not a figure of legend, there's a kind of disconnect in his head at the very idea.

Like... imagine going to Grandpa's house for the holidays, and it's Sparda. Fucking wild.

Anyway. Now that that's covered... time to wade into some murkier territory.]

So... what do you think of Vergil? You guys seemed to be getting along okay.