Vergil snorted quietly with amusement. The city could barely handle two Spardas as is, let alone two of the same kind. Despite his best efforts, they always seemed to run into each other. Why did the city have to be so small? At least he could concede that Dante's annoyance made him look a lot more like the older twin, rather than the younger.

At mention of Lady though, they shared the same expression. "Lady is the last person we need right now," he grumbled. She would have a field day with this. That would be assuming she wouldn't be furious at mixing the two twins up and being a little too familiar with the one she fervently hated.