Felicia watched Vergil's body with a thoughtful expression, her hand on her chin as if she were appraising a rare masterpiece. She approached him with insatiable curiosity, her eyes shining with a mixture of appreciation and something more... obscure.
'A body like that... I don't even want to imagine what's under there... shit, stop thinking about these vulgar things.' Felicia caught herself as she returned to what really mattered.
"Interesting," she murmured, running her fingers over Vergil's muscular body, feeling the tension in every line of his defined muscles. "Truly a body blessed by a demon god... or maybe more than that..."
Vergil felt his body tensing under her touch, but before he could react, the pain hit him suddenly.
"Well, at least you're strong," Felicia said, as if making a simple observation, without taking her eyes off Vergil's body.