"So..." Vergil said, crossing his legs calmly as he leaned back in the leather chair. His gaze was fixed on the screens in front of him - a mesmerizing jumble of map images, lines of code and traces with various points of interest. "I have a few questions."
"Of course, my sweet, delicious love," Paimon replied before she had even finished sighing, resting her head gently on his chest as she hugged him from the side. Her voice was pure honey, and her shapely body molded to his as if it were made for it.
She blushed slightly as she realized that Vergil wasn't pushing her away. There was no tension. No flinching. He just... accepted.
That, for her, was more powerful than any magic.
Since the day in the forest - when she hugged him from behind and he didn't resist - something had changed. She no longer needed to provoke to be noticed. She was there. Present. And he let her.
