Vergil narrowed his eyes, almost impatient.
"Go back to being a monkey, please. I'm sick of watching this."
Wukong paused, tilting his head slightly to the side, and the smile on his face widened. A mischievous glint lit his golden eyes.
"Um… no," he said with an irritating calm. "I like that look. I think I'll keep it that way, just to see your disgusted expression."
Vergil ran a hand through his silver hair, letting out a deep sigh, as if he needed to summon the patience to deal with such nonsense.
"You really have nothing better to do?" he asked, his voice dry.
Wukong took a few steps around him, slowly, deliberately, like a serpent circling its prey. With each movement, the golden jewels jingled like a chorus of bells.
"Don't you understand, boy?" "I don't care," she said, almost purring, with that same mocking tone. "It doesn't matter to me whether I'm a man or a woman. I'm a monkey. Gender is just a… toy."
