If I were a lesser man, I'd use this as blackmail against you. Good thing I have such a high standard of morals.

[He's very much teasing, unable to help it at long last. It's impossible to take Vergilius completely seriously right now. Not just because of the words; they're dorky, but kind of cute. But he does know where the influence comes from.

Daan doesn't let go of his hand yet. No, he'll let Vergilius figure out when he's ready to do that.

And out they go, finally free of the damned Hall of Mirrors.]

You know, I've never been to one of these fairs before, but I'm pretty sure that probably isn't a typical experience. [He shrugs, not bothered.]