Morgana took a deep breath, her heart still racing, and took a step back, looking away for a moment. Her face was still hot - not from shame at the costume itself, but from the honesty that had escaped in the midst of the provocation.
"Okay..." she began, tucking a loose lock of hair behind her ear, "...I'll take it off."
Vergil arched an eyebrow, but said nothing.
"Not because of that," she continued quickly, pointing at her own clothes with a vague gesture. "I mean... not because I want to... well, you get the idea."
He remained silent. And now he was clearly enjoying himself.
Morgana sighed, throwing her hands up in surrender. "Damn it, why do you make me so confused?! This wasn't even supposed to be about real feelings!"
Vergil gave a slight smile. "Then what was it?"
