I'm fine. [Which isn't inherently a lie. He is physically fine, and whatever lingering sense of being rattled because of the nightmare there may be will fade in time. Even if he felt he could get into any of it with Nero, Vergil doesn't think talking about it will particularly help with a nightmare. It's better to just put it out of his mind. Vergil spares a glance towards it before he walks towards the kitchen,] I was just getting something to drink.
[...Vergil is far from a particularly gifted liar.]
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[...Vergil is far from a particularly gifted liar.]