"Well," Nero drawled, letting that simple word linger for a while far longer than it should, eyes darting up as he pretended to ponder on what he had been just told. There was this little part of Nero, the one in the back of his mind, that kept telling him to stop it, drop the act and listen for a moment, that Dante told him not to do it, that Vergil was going to get pissed and he should avoid confrontation at all costs.
But then again, this was why Nero was sent out by the Order alone - he rarely listened to what the others said, anyway.
"Technically? I'm not lying," he reached up to rub his nose with his thumb as he kept swinging the chair. "An interrogation can't have a lying intent since most of its core is uncertainty."
.....what? You thought that Nero didn't do his homework?