[He heaves a sigh with a slight shake of his head.]

I am beginning to yearn for the days when you were less cognizant of how much you are able to get away with by virtue of being my son. [Patently untrue. While he can't say he exactly enjoys being wound up on purpose like that so often, Vergil doesn't entirely mind it either. And he would certainly prefer Nero doesn't feel he needs to walks on eggshells around him either. It's better that they both don't feel such a hair's breadth away from everything falling apart. With his free hand, he grabs hold of Nero's face by his chin to scrunch up that shit-eating grin.] How unfortunate that polite young man was all but an illusion. Instead, I have this foolish hooligan to call my kin.

[He gives Nero's head a little shake before letting him go.]

I'll watch your film that is likely littered with egregious inaccuracies, but you would do well to learn more Greek mythology beyond what you would see on a screen, child. It may even lead to you appreciate things you already like more than you do now.