"I don't want to be murdered by the... Heavenly Demon just because I was, you know... an idiot." She laughed nervously, her eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights of a hellish chariot. "So, please. Let's pretend nothing happened. You can walk out of that beautiful door, without any explosion, without any curse, and I'll stay here... alive. All right? All right."
She backed slowly up to the counter, stumbling over a broken vase, keeping her smile stretched like a mask. "If you want, I'll even give you a bouquet. Of apologies. With thorns. Mine included."
Vergil looked at the woman, who began to shrink back to her 'sweeter' form of 1.57 meters. While clearly smiling, she was desperate to get rid of him. Although she was extremely interested to know who he was and how he had endured the Divine Temptation of the Goddess of Love so lightly.
"P-please go..." She asked politely, almost expressing it.
