[ Vergil supervises Dante doing the dishes, because he doesn't trust him to do it right. At least, he does until he's chased out by soap and used water being flung his way in repetitive succession. Disgusting.

Wiping the soap off his cheek as he wanders out, he stands there in silence when he finds Alastor. For a moment, he considers walking away - but he does have things to talk to this demon about. Alone would be better. ]

Ah. You're still here.