As her legs come to rest in his lap, it easily summons a smile to Vergil's face once more. She tucks herself in close, declaring her intent to keep him there both in her actions and words. However, before she can resettle their hands back on her legs, Vergil resumes only holding her hand with one of his. The hand nearest her instead slips around her now that she's turned and curled towards him.

"I am powerless before your whims," he teases lightly before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. And yet, despite it being a tease, it's not altogether that off the mark. There's not likely much that Mizu could or would ask of Vergil that he would deny her. Not when it's just the two of them like this. He rests his cheek against her head. "I shall have to use the time to devise a means of escape lest my brother and son are left to starve."

He will do no such thing.