𝑰'𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚...𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔...

She crossed her arms, leaning back against the desk. “If he’s out there, he’s moving with purpose.” A pause. “Which means sooner or later… he’ll find you.”

Her gaze hardened slightly, though something deeper flickered beneath. “I chased a few leads. Whispers, sightings… nothing solid. Just the same ghost story he’s always been.”

“Vergil…” she echoed quietly, tone losing its playfulness. She closed the case with a soft click. “You don’t just find him, Dante. Not when he doesn’t want to be found.”

Trish’s amusement faded at the name, her posture straightening as the air shifted. For a moment, she said nothing, just watched him, measuring.

She paused a moment before she placed a set of new bounties on the top of his desk. "These are the new jobs I've acquired for you."

Trish’s brow arched, a slow, amused smile forming as she studied him. “Dealer’s choice, huh?” she echoed, tone rich with mischief. She stepped closer, heels clicking softly. “Careful what you wish for, Dante.” Her gaze gleamed. “You might get all or nothing.”

She leaned forward towards him. "Do you want your weapons, new bounties or allowance first?"

Trish huffed a soft laugh, hands lifting in mock surrender as she leaned back on her heel. “Relax, Dante—I’ve got manners,” she teased, though her eyes lingered on the blade with clear interest.

Her smirk returned as she met his gaze. “But don’t get bossy with me.”

Straightening, she crossed her arms, confidence settling back in. “And yeah,” she added smoothly, meeting his gaze, “I’ve got your stuff.”

Her eyes flicked to Dante as he passed, a smirk tugging at her lips. “You always did have a knack for digging up trouble.” She leaned in slightly, fingers hovering just shy of the sword. “Lucky for you, I like trouble.”

Trish’s stride slowed as her eyes fell on the blade, the playful edge in her expression sharpening into intrigue. She circled the table, gaze dragging over the rusted steel, sensing the demonic weight beneath its worn surface.

“Well… now that’s a find,” she murmured, voice low with approval.

her smirk turned sly, a soft laugh slipping past her lips as she brushed past him without waiting. “Confident as ever,” she teased, glancing over her shoulder. “Alright, I’ll bite.” Her tone dipped, playful. “But don’t keep me waiting—I didn’t come all this way for melted dessert.”

[chuckles, arms folding]

Please [steps closer without hesitation]

Like I’d miss a call that interesting. [smirks]

And relax, I’ve got what you wanted. Question is… can you handle it?

Funny how that works

[she mused, voice smooth with amusement.]

You call, and something wicked answers.

"𝑺𝒐, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐'𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒋𝒐𝒃, 𝒂𝒎 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕?"