Dante wouldn’t have found it impressive at all that he so readily agreed to protect Nero. He was a child. So of course he would. Really, Vergil didn’t even need to ask. It was a given – common sense. Though when Vergil seemed to theorize outloud ‘who’ this “ghost” was, Dante only frowned slightly, looking a little bored by Vergil’s snobby demeanor. …Right, the previous house owner. Yeah, didn’t Vergil have his skeleton in one of the rooms? Very charming. That frown turned into a slight grimace at the mention of him in a suit. “Hell no. No way. I’m not gettin’ in no suit. Seems like y’oughta get a fuckin’ priest to come do his thing instead if it’s that bad.”
“Do I have to worry about bein’ possessed? I’m into some kinky shit but I don’t want anything all up in me.” Could he even be possessed? Or Vergil for that matter? They weren’t exactly human. “Why would something like you even worry about something like that?”
He’d scratched that itch before, had seen the nephilim in a suit on a few separate occasions, so he didn’t press the issue. His lips did adorn that knowing smirk, though. “As comfortable as I am in a church, the occupants are never very comfortable around me. A holy man would never agree to come into my home, not a real one anyway.”
For a different reason, that smirk never left his mouth. Why, yes, Dante was into some kinky practises, but he was also into having something in him, if only he would try it. “You needn’t worry about possession. I, on the other hand–…Let’s just say…you do have that to worry about.” To convey the severity of the situation, his mouth had formed a hard line by the end of his statement.
"I’m always looking for powerful weapons, Dante…but my body is the most powerful weapon I own. Do not underestimate an opponent wearing my skin. You could never win against that. Do you understand?” It was important that Dante understood the reality of it. He was no match for…
Nelo Angelo. Only as he was, Vergil had to worry about a triggered nephilim, because he could no longer trigger the devil within. As Nelo Angelo, he was in constant Devil Trigger mode, and, therefore, he was far more powerful than the younger half-breed had ever dreamt a demon could be. “Just run. And don’t you dare look back.”