[Throughout the silence, Vergil remains more or less still. He watches her, but it's not with the same sort of scrutiny he tends to employ with others. He's not assessing Kyrie for what she may try to do to harm him—there's nothing she could possibly do physically to him anyways—so much as looking for any tell that might allow him to know what she is thinking and feeling with all of this. (Not that his insight could ever likely be anything greater than something trending toward negative or positive.) But Kyrie provides him with nothing in her attempts to remain calm and neutral, and he fears that he may be staring. So, Vergil looks away again and allows her the privacy of her thoughts. Something he realizes he perhaps should have provided her from the beginning...]
[Her sigh causes him to jerk slightly. Not exactly a full startle—he's too acutely aware of her presence for that—but enough that it's plain his attention isn't as keenly trained on her as it perhaps could be. Vergil lifts his gaze to her again.]
[He shakes his head slightly to her question. It surprisingly doesn't spark an impatience within him, but that is probably likely due to the anxiety that feels as though it will swallow him whole should it grow any larger.]
no subject
[Her sigh causes him to jerk slightly. Not exactly a full startle—he's too acutely aware of her presence for that—but enough that it's plain his attention isn't as keenly trained on her as it perhaps could be. Vergil lifts his gaze to her again.]
[He shakes his head slightly to her question. It surprisingly doesn't spark an impatience within him, but that is probably likely due to the anxiety that feels as though it will swallow him whole should it grow any larger.]
[Quietly, he says,] No.
[Not for now, at least.]