Seeing what couldn't be human considering she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, Vergil groaned softly but sat up before she could protest, and then proceeded to stand by the side of the bed before grabbing the girl by her throat and slamming her up against the wall of her own home before he realized what he was doing.  That burst of movement at near teleport speed had cost him however as he blinked and slumped to his hands and knees, exhausted from having stayed in bed for so long.  "I...must apologize....for that.  The last thing I remember was fighting demons and Devils....and my body reacted before I could stop myself."  He panted, wiping the forming sweat off of his brow before it could fall to the floor, although the rest of him was covered long before he somehow found his way back to the bed.  With a groan he laid back down, slowly getting his lost strength back even though physically he looked like he could break the woman in half over his knee if he had a mind to.  Only when he was back on his back did he realize he had a long tail behind his head that hadn't been there when he had slipped into the coma, realizing what it was from the exhaustion and the physical changes to his person, not to mention the dozen or so new scars that covered him from head to toe.  "I must ask....how long I was out.  It couldn't have been less than a year from how weak I currently am, but already my strength is returning.  I also must ask where I am now since it feels like the Demon World, yet I left that place behind to escape Mundus before he could kill me.  None of this probably makes any sense to you, whoever you are."  He commented further, having a feeling he should know her but nothing came to mind just then save for a vague feeling of her hands tending to his many wounds that had been slow to heal at first.<br/><br/>Closing his glacial blue eyes for a moment, Vergil opened them again as he forced himself into a sitting position against the headboard, letting his arms rest in his lap, his legs stretched out before him under the covers again.  "My name is Vergil....and I owe you my life I imagine.  As soon as I am able I'll be on my way, unless you plan to collect on the debt I owe you for your unheard of generosity if this is another version of the Demon World I left behind.  From what I can feel from you and the surrounding area however, I imagine I am in Hell, or one of its many variables.  Regardless, what is it you want from me?"  He asked, keeping his voice calm and cold as the ice in his eyes, yet there was a barely detectable warmth to his voice that hadn't been present twelve years ago.  Even Vergil didn't know it was there, but he'd figure it out eventually.