[He looks at Nero when he carefully pivots the conversation topic away from any further discussion of Eva, raising an eyebrow before shaking his head at the accusation of classical music being his preferred genre. The assumptions that are made about his tastes... Okay, they're perhaps not unfair, but he still finds it absurd to be so pigeonholed and stereotyped so readily. It's along the lines of the assumption that he just portals all over Folkmore whenever he wants to go somewhere.]

This isn't going to lead to you and Dante dragging me to music stores and venues to try various albums and genres, is it? [With one hand, he reaches over and ruffles Nero's hair. It's no less affectionate, but it is a bit rougher than usual so there's a perfect excuse to put Nero in a loose headlock when he inevitable squirms.] Because I think I already put up enough with the two of you staring at me when I eat, don't I?

[He's teasing, of course. While Vergil might not have as much personal investment as the other two in finding his favorite foods or show much sign of changing his eating habits towards anything resembling indulgence, he doesn't have a tendency to complain about it. Vergil may not know what to do with Dante and Nero caring as much as they do (or understand the ways that they care) but he knows better now than to take something like that entirely for granted. So, the complaints are kept to a minimum, and provided he isn't in a foul mood, Vergil has been willing to humor it each time.]