[Kyrie takes the furrow to indicate slight irritability at her letting her mouth run away again and really wishes she didn't resort to talking too much when she's nervous. It's a dreadful habit.]

I suppose we're all family now, aren't we? If... it's not too presumptuous of me to say that. I know we've only just met.

[She looks at her lap, a little shyly in all honesty. Particularly when Vergil starts to explain how Nero has been faring without her and that he, Vergil, seems to be pleased with her for making Nero happy.]

I just... try to make him as happy as he makes me. Sometimes I don't think that's possible. He's just- well. He's Nero.

[Words can't possibly do him justice. He's brash, cocky, irrepressible, wonderful Nero and she can't help but smile at the sheer thought of him.]

Nothing makes me happier.