[Look, Vergil, he could be stereotyping you based off of his initial impressions of you... the classical music thing is quite generous a stereotype at this point, even if it isn't true.

... is it true? He's not been terribly clear...]

What, that doesn't sound fun to you? [Teasing back. Here is when he's hair-ruffled and pulled into a headlock. Nero grunts and puts up the cursory, expected amount of fussing before giving up and letting his head flop against Vergil, lazily turning to rest his head against the side of his shoulder at an easy angle.

He nudges an elbow back to gently rib him.]

We could skip it if you tell me like, ONE genre you like. Or even one song.