[Vergil huffs a small chuckle at the (correct) accusation of being a brat in his youth and hums his agreement on the likelihood that Nero has seen more of those sorts of movies than Vergil even if most of his viewings have been an incidental by-product of his relationship rather than anything he sought out for himself to watch. A lot ceased to be of particular priority for Vergil after his mother died, and consumption of art of any kind was one of them. It's not to say he didn't ever indulge, but... Well, he probably saw, listened to, and read more in his time with Beatrice than he had since he was eight years old.]

[He doesn't know what to say to Nero saying he likes learning about him though, and the words hang there in the air without a response right away. Vergil takes another sip of his tea before setting the mug aside on the nightstand. He takes the plate and places it in his lap, taking his arm and hand back to begin tearing the slice of toast in half.]

That hasn't been a concern of mine in a long time. [It's not much of a confession considering that Nero likely figured that out for himself. But what he says next, Vergil has to take a moment to take a breath and part with it because it's something Vergil has never acknowledged aloud let alone to Nero.] I didn't care much for things while I was still in the human world, and I missed a lot in the decades I was away.

[He offers half the slice of toast to Nero without him having to ask for it. He's not liable to eat all of it anyways, so he'd rather it not go to waste.]