[If it's one thing Spardas are known for, it's that they're dumbasses who don't back down from challenges. Especially when they're from another Sparda. He knows he's essentially pressing Vergil to fight with him, or do at least something, because this lull is killing them both. Even if they're human, he feels something in the back of his mind constantly pace itself like an animal, like it waits for something to happen. Waits for something or someone to arrive. His demon is just as itching for a spar as Nero is.]

Really? That's all you're gonna say about it?

[The van's engine halts, Nero turning the key and pocketing it before he gets out of the seat, swinging open the door seconds later. From inside, the handmade katana Vergil gifted him can be seen lying neatly against the wall. At least one thing is actually being taken care of properly.]

Nah, I get it, you're just scared of proving me right. [He crosses his arms, leans against the doorway.] Don't worry, old man, I won't let it bruise your pride too much.

[Gently. Poking. The demon. And giving no fucks whatsoever.]