He rolled his eyes, not even humoring looking beside him to his brother. He knew Dante was being sarcastic he could hear it, but he did deserve it. He was raised with a silver spoon in his mouth. Their only luck had been his paranoia had granted them hot water because he refused to call people in to fix the old furnace in the hide out. Dante was the smart brother in matters of the heart, and combat.

"Mostly." Its not like they had a corner store to run in get TP. "But yes, you at least do not have to use a bush." He is certain, he would even put money on the fact someone is going to catch his brother pissing in a bush before the weeks up.

Vergil sighed a little once he reached the dark kitchen. His journal and pack tossed on the counter as he opened drawers looking for the makeshift flint he had found thanks to the survival guide. He knelled by the fireplace. Which he had thankfully filled with little shaved branches before he left. Since he spends most of his nights by the fire place for the light. He knelled to start striking the rocks, not looking up to his brother as he made an offer that felt a little wrong after all that had transpired... but he spent to long seeking Dante not to offer.

"It could be yours as well... If you want." He had not offered it to Kat yet, in fact he lied to her and said he lived in the Inn...