Vergil’s gaze joined with a faint curl of distaste , which tugged at the corner of his mouth.
❝ I suppose 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦 does bring you comfort . . . If you intend to flaunt your degeneracy in my presence, Dante, do it quickly. ❞ He shifts in his seat , palm resting at his knee.