[Vergil allows for the gentle ribbing and lets Nero rest against him still.]
One piece of music that I like, and you would skip all that? [Vergil has plain and obvious doubts that it won't just encourage it all the same. The only thing he thinks would actually change is there would perhaps be bit more of a guided direction rather than taking random stabs in the dark based on what he supposes someone with Vergil's temperament would like.] Somehow, I just don't believe you.
[Vergil threads his fingers through Nero's hair, but gentler this time. More in the usual manner that he tends to pet Nero's hair.]
But I don't find most classical music any more interesting to listen to than you likely do. I only listened to a few composers from the 19th century when I was still a child.
[Which if Nero can piece it together by artistic movement that means, yes, Vergil absolutely was listening to music that would have been contemporary to his favorite poets. But the fact Vergil was that much of a nerd when he was younger that he would have gone looking for music that the poets he admired would have heard and appreciated shouldn't come as some great shock to Nero at this point.]
And some of that was because I didn't want to like the same things as Dante did. So, I listened to things I knew he wouldn't have the patience for, and even if I did like some of the same songs he did, I pretended to hate them.
[So, shocker upon shockers, Vergil actually isn't about to faint or wrinkle his nose at the sound of a guitar or power chords and call it all noise. He might not be up for the metal Nero listens to necessarily, but he's not so stuffy or even all that snobbish in his tastes to think there's no merit to it.]
[He grins a little at Nero.]
You know, I once memorized the entire soundtrack to Singin' in the Rain just to retaliate and annoy him right back when he wouldn't leave me alone. Didn't work for long because you know how your uncle is. [He always manages to find a way to turn things on their head. All it took was an interest in it even feigned and Vergil had to abandon it.] But it gave me a small reprieve.
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One piece of music that I like, and you would skip all that? [Vergil has plain and obvious doubts that it won't just encourage it all the same. The only thing he thinks would actually change is there would perhaps be bit more of a guided direction rather than taking random stabs in the dark based on what he supposes someone with Vergil's temperament would like.] Somehow, I just don't believe you.
[Vergil threads his fingers through Nero's hair, but gentler this time. More in the usual manner that he tends to pet Nero's hair.]
But I don't find most classical music any more interesting to listen to than you likely do. I only listened to a few composers from the 19th century when I was still a child.
[Which if Nero can piece it together by artistic movement that means, yes, Vergil absolutely was listening to music that would have been contemporary to his favorite poets. But the fact Vergil was that much of a nerd when he was younger that he would have gone looking for music that the poets he admired would have heard and appreciated shouldn't come as some great shock to Nero at this point.]
And some of that was because I didn't want to like the same things as Dante did. So, I listened to things I knew he wouldn't have the patience for, and even if I did like some of the same songs he did, I pretended to hate them.
[So, shocker upon shockers, Vergil actually isn't about to faint or wrinkle his nose at the sound of a guitar or power chords and call it all noise. He might not be up for the metal Nero listens to necessarily, but he's not so stuffy or even all that snobbish in his tastes to think there's no merit to it.]
[He grins a little at Nero.]
You know, I once memorized the entire soundtrack to Singin' in the Rain just to retaliate and annoy him right back when he wouldn't leave me alone. Didn't work for long because you know how your uncle is. [He always manages to find a way to turn things on their head. All it took was an interest in it even feigned and Vergil had to abandon it.] But it gave me a small reprieve.