Aphrodite continued to cling to Vergil's leg like a divine grace on a ship from hell. Her eyes shone, and her lips trembled in adoration.
"He touched me with his soul… and with that arm, my God! That demonic arm…! It was like being embraced by the entire Milky Way, only with moans."
Vergil looked up, searching for some kind of salvation… a dimensional rift, a runaway comet, an urgent message from Paimon, and Sapphire to take him to training. Nothing. Just the ceiling. Which, honestly, was starting to look too cozy to bang his head against.
Katharina began to walk towards them with the typical gait of someone about to commit a crime of passion. The carpet raised dust beneath her feet.
"You. Have. Three. Seconds. To explain why the holy lube slut is glued to your femur!" she screamed, her eyes blazing brighter than a celestial blacksmith's hammer.
