[Vergil pauses a moment in his sorting and raises a slight eyebrow albeit not out of confusion or skepticism. If anything, he's...impressed by Nero's reference. The boy has been quite open about how often the poems Vergil favors tend to fly over his head, and he doesn't always understand the appeal of them. But it would appear something has sunk in enough for him to make a reference like that.]

If I am dissociating and quoting Keats, the matter has truly turned dire and I doubt I will be capable of any sort of protest at that point even if I do still possess enough awareness to object, [he says with a slight shake of his head as he places the next book in his lap on the keep pile. He's already read it once, but if he's to be cooped up for any length of time, he may not mind reading it again. He then offers his more explicit, playful agreement in Nero's preferred vernacular.] Deal. Whatever you feel is necessary, you may do.