[ You know, he was having...a not-terrible time. Dante is nowhere to be seen, which likely means he's either making trouble for someone somewhere or actually behaving for once. The last time Vergil had seen Nero, the boy had still looked utterly exasperated by his suit, but the tie had still been intact. No sign of the clone or the shadow, but they were... relatively quiet. At least, as far as he was aware. So perhaps Vergil had felt comfortable enough to pick up a drink of his own, and very slowly sip at it.

He hears Klaus before he sees him, raises an eyebrow at the hand walking its way up his arm. As soon as that d- leaves his mouth, Vergil finds himself wondering if he's about to stab Nero's friend — before the sound veers away into a different word, and that eyebrow climbs even further.

From what he's seen, it's an impressive amount of restraint. Hm. ]

Well. If everyone else is enjoying themselves, I suppose it can't hurt to find out what all the fuss is.

[ Vergil is standing in a blue suit that does absolute wonders for his eyes, let's be honest, with sharp black shoes and a long scarf that mirrors the embroidery on his regular coat. There's actual care put into the way his hair is slicked back, though there is one obnoxiously short lock that keeps falling over his forehead a bit. And, of course, his sword is absolutely tied at his waist. He gestures with his half-empty glass before taking a sip and casting his eyes about the room. ]

Something tells me that even if I were to dismiss you, you wouldn't truly leave. [ And while he could certainly fix that with a well-placed slash, he doesn't really find himself in the mood to. Klaus hasn't done anything to deserve it. Yet. ] As for whether I'm enjoying myself? Well. I suppose we'll find out, won't we?

You certainly seem to be having a blast, on the other hand.