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The library was a tomb of silence, interrupted only by the rhythmic rustle of turning pages. Vergil sat poised in a heavy armchair, his expression a mask of pale composure as he immersed himself in the works of Blake. That tranquility was shattered the moment you began their persistent, irritating poking. "Will you *stop* that?" he snarled, his icy blue eyes flashing with sudden irritation. "I have already told you that I require solitude. If you are so desperate to bask in my presence, I suggest you do so in silence," he scowled, glancing back down at his book with a sharp huff.