Silence hung heavy over the casino's luxurious bathroom, as if the marble walls knew they were witnessing something they shouldn't.
Vergil had just heard Natasha's words, and the laugh that escaped his throat was low, but laden with irony. A sound that echoed like muffled thunder between the glass and stainless steel.
He straightened his jacket, still smiling, and replied with that calm that only served to heighten the tension:
"You know... you're right." His blue eyes sparkled, as if hiding storms. "I really do have enough women to care for. If I were to collect more, I'd need an empire just to keep them occupied."
Natasha blinked, surprised by the light tone. Vergil tilted his head, almost amused.
