[ maybe, just for once, he can return the gesture. It's dante's birthday, maybe he's earnt this. Maybe Vergil wouldn't make a habit of it (especially not if dante starts complaining that he doesn't do it again for a long time), but for now, it's fine.

Showing the other at least a little bit of something kinder than his usual treatment isn't going to end the world or anything (one would hope), and as Dante's pulse picks up and Vergil can nearly feel the man's heart beating close to his, he can't help but to smirk. Just a little. Hiding the expression as he rests his chin on Dante's shoulder. ]

We are twins, after all. [ he decides on this answer, with a quiet, curt nod. ] If one of us is a fool, it would only be ordinary to assume that the other is just as bad, as well.