[ Oh Klaus isn't ruining the evening — yet. The night is still young, after all. Vergil does not know what to make of the hand on his shoulder, and the look he gives it is both perplexed and disdainful. There's the overpowering temptation to sever it at the wrist, though he knows he shouldn't. Klaus doesn't pose a threat — that much, at least, is certain, so to maim him for such a minor transgression seems... excessive, to say the least.

He'll allow it. For now. Watch yourself, Klaus.

...hm. He seems to be getting soft in his old age. Terrible. Perhaps he should kill Klaus. He'll debate about it, Vergil decides, as he takes another sip of his wine, though there's a bit of a hum at those words. ]

Indeed it did. Yet satisfaction seemed to bring it back, I've heard.

[ An old adage, one he'd delighted in teaching himself about as a child. Curiosity killing the cat, being a jack of all trades, the blood of the covenant. Unfortunate, really, how uncommon the full quotes are these days.

(Shut up, thinking that doesn't make him old.)

Vergil scoffs at the comment about his drink raises an eyebrow as he glances down at the glass. ]

Somehow, I find it hard to believe you may be searching very hard for an alternative. Call it... a hunch. [ Also just your general... everything. Sorry not sorry!! ] I believe I saw some children running around — have you tried their table? I believe you may find some non-alcoholic refreshments there.