He brother 's clever grin softened into a knowing smile '' Dante could n't help but smile himself . `` Yeah . ` Zactly , '' he finished suavely , trying to redeem any lost `` cool - ness '' in his little fumble .
His cheeks were still pink from embarrassment as he threw out his words to his defense , but Vergil just smirked and looked back down at his book , his tiny legs swinging back - and - forth , hitting the cushions of the chair rhythmically as he read .
Emotion: Fear