Danny's lips twisted into a smile. "Yeah. I've noticed." Vergil was a very opinionated person. A blind man would be able to pick that up about him. It wasn't a bad thing but Danny figured that it was the kind of trait that got in Vergil's way as much as it helped him.

He took another sip of his vodka. "You're a quicker learner. I wouldn't worry about that."

Danny looked down at his vodka and smiled. "You know. They used to make this plumb wine in K'un-Lun. They'd fill this large ceramic containers and let it ferment until winter. Me and my best friend would climb up the tower that they were held in and steal some. We always replaced it with water so that the monks wouldn't notice. I've never had anything that tasted sweeter. It tasted like summer." He took another sip of his drink before looking over at Vergil.

He hadn't meant to go on a tangent like that.

"How do you feel Vergil?"