Vergil ran his fingertips over the jacket's material, deep in thought at the gift. The colour was nearly perfect. The material both beautiful and practical. It seemed a little flashy, but it suited Vergil just fine. Better than fine, to be sure. His brow knit.

Finally, he carried it with him to the over-sized mirror that hung outside the bathroom in his Starscape room. Slipping it on, Vergil found it fit perfectly. Well, well.... Something resembling a smile tugged at his lips. And I hadn't thought to get you anything. Something to be remedied.

He went to his bookshelf and pulled down something ancient and leather-bound. Finding the passage he needed, Vergil sat down to make some notes.