Vergil kept his gaze fixed on the small figure floating with her hands on her hips and a furious expression on her face. The magical light around the fairy sparkled in shades of red, as if it were on the verge of exploding. Still, he showed not a hint of concern.
On the contrary, he raised an eyebrow, rested one hand on his hip, and commented in the most provocative tone he could muster:
"So... the fairy queen is the size of a ripe strawberry. Now that's a kingdom that fits in a teacup."
Titania paused for a second. Her wings stopped flapping, her body stagnated in the air. She stared at him, open-mouthed.
Vergil didn't stop.
"And what exactly is a fairy doing in the Underworld? Aren't you creatures of happy woods and flowery gardens? This is a demonic forest, infested with monsters, illusions, and things that try to eat your soul before lunch."
Zuri just settled herself on Vergil's shoulder, letting out a tired sigh.
"Vergil, don't provoke her..."
