Vergil knew better than to bring attention to himself, usually anyway. He's had a bad week to say the least. Taking down a demonic lord and avenging his birth parents, had been a highlight but everything else was just the universe pissing in his cereal. He had no gloves here to hide his prints, no hats to hide his hair, hell no product to make himself look at least well kept.

Vergil was still looking over the book when the rough looking man made his way in. His blue eyes tracked him. Something about the man screamed dangerous, and that in itself made that ache in his chest start to throb. The kind of dangerous that rolled off his Judas of a brother, and yet without a thought he pushed himself up, leaving the book behind as he made his way over.

It's a new world, why not take a chance.

"Good morning." He started, figuring he should wait to see how the man reacted before saying more.