Vergil remained silent for a long moment.
His eyes were fixed on Morgana, not on her clothes - as revealing as they were - but on her. The way she tried to hide her vulnerability behind her sensuality. He was too perceptive to fall into the obvious trap. But at the same time... it was impossible to ignore.
"Did you... really do all that just to provoke me?" he asked, his voice low, almost tired. But there was no anger, just genuine curiosity - and something deeper hidden between the lines.
Morgana bit her lower lip, still holding his hand against her exposed thigh.
"No. I did it to be honest. For the first time in a long time."
Vergil sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. He wasn't the kind of man who reacted impulsively. But he wasn't iron either - not completely.
"You didn't need all that," he said, opening his eyes and looking directly into hers. "If you wanted my attention... you already had it. I was just trying to figure out if it was real."
