Disclaimer: Devil May Cry does not belong to me. I am simply borrowing the universe and its characters for a little bit.
Smell
Even when innocent children—did he even know what those words meant anymore?—Vergil despised that vile food his brother adored so much. The grease that fairly dripped from those slices was nothing less than revolting, in his opinion. And of course, his brother always insisted on waving those pieces within an inch of his face, teasing laughter in his eyes at the grimace that appeared on Vergil's face when the smell wafted up to him. No amount of glares and threats could ever get his younger brother to move that disgusting conglomeration away. But it was infinitely better than the swords they swung at each other now.