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Vergil turned his gaze from the child to his lover's eyes and replied in a dry tone, “Lyla, I don't do well with fragile things. You know that.”

“No, I know that you don't like dealing with fragile things. But you've held him before just fine. And besides, how fragile could he be? He's your son.”

“You still use flattery to get your way. Is that how you convinced your parents to aide in the child's care, as well?” He responded with a teasing smirk even as he took the infant from Lyla's arms.

“Partly,” she admitted with mock embarrassment. “But it probably helps that he's Sparda's grandchild. I think most people here would love to have a chance to help raise the descendant of the legendary dark knight who sealed the Lacus Curtius.”

He scoffed, not even trying to hide his disapproval. “That's because they're either arrogant or thoughtless. Father left behind many enemies that even the best of this town's demon slayers would be powerless against.”

“Even the best, huh? Surely you aren't including yourself in that statement, oh mighty dark slayer.”

He averted his gaze, taking a sudden interest in the young boy playing innocently with the front of his scarf. “No...of course not. Here, take him back before he starts chewing on my clothing.”

She laughed, a sound that always made it difficult for Vergil to keep up his frown, and put her hands on her hips. “Now, he isn't that bad. Isn't that right, Nero? You can behave for daddy, right?”

Nero gurgled in reply as Vergil smirked. “He's a devil child, dear. I doubt he's capable of that kind of action.”

“Quarter devil,” she corrected sternly. “I'm human and you're half human.”

“Then I take it human children must be saints.”

The sarcasm in his tone was enough to make Lyla scratch her head sheepishly.

“Well-” She began to reply but was cut off as Nero started screaming.