Vergil stepped through, Yamato sheathed at his side. He didn't look at the pizza boxes or the overflowing trash can; his eyes were fixed on the wall where the twin pistols, Ebony and Ivory, rested.
Vergil’s hand tightened on the hilt of his katana. The room seemed to hold its breath as blue sparks of electricity began to dance around him. "Your jokes are as dull as your blade, Dante. Let us see if your reflexes have aged as poorly as your sense of humor." Devil May Cry
"A minor inconvenience," Vergil replied, his voice like silk over a blade. "I didn't come for pleasantries. I came for what belongs to me." Vergil stepped through, Yamato sheathed at his side
"You’re late for the party, Vergil," Dante said without opening his eyes. "And you’re tracking demon blood on my rug." The room seemed to hold its breath as