[all it takes are those words for dante to know immediately what this is about. he rolls his eyes then tilts his head downwards, shaking his head and clicking his tongue like this is some funny joke he's heard too many times for his particular liking.]

[when he raises his head, there's a grin on his face, but his eyes are cold and hard, as if representing the rage that he's working hard to keep inside and paint pretty with easy mannerisms and upwards curves of his face.]

No shit, Sherlock.

You're looking for Vergil. [a hand moves forward, pointing, accusing.] My idiot brother.

['idiot' is hardly the word to describe vergil, for he's incredibly smart. and yet, calling out his idiocy doesn't seem to stem at all from how smart dante may or may not think his twin is; rather, it comes from somewhere else, at how dante considers his brother's ideas and ways of going about things idiotic.]

[pulling his hand back, dante pushes the bangs on his forehead to resemble the twin, but they fall into place soon as he brings his hand back down.]

Good luck finding that asshole, unless he's already dead. [his jaw tightens. vergil's been missing for some time now.] But you Shinra dogs would know all about that.