"You're quite... perverted," Vergil commented, raising an eyebrow as he crossed his arms. "You know she's just a little girl, right?"
The accusation was far from malicious—it was just dry, like everything Vergil said. But it carried the weight of someone who saw an obsession beginning to form there. A dangerous obsession.
Seris's eyes widened for a moment. Then she let out a nervous laugh.
"Oh, heavens! No, no, no!" She waved her hand, almost tripping over her own words. "Not like that! Not with... that connotation."
She stood up abruptly, slapping her cheeks with her palms, as if trying to dispel any wrong suggestion that had escaped her mouth—or her uncontrolled enthusiasm.
