Vesper narrowed her eyes at Rosinante, her voice cold and steady. "You will not tell Doflamingo about my abilities—and I won’t tell him about your Devil Fruit powers. Deal?"
Rosinante stiffened, his composure slipping for a fraction of a second. "You know about that?" he asked, his tone sharper than usual.
"Of course I do," she replied coolly, a sly smile tugging at her lips. "You think just because I have visions, I don’t piece things together? You’ve been playing mute, hiding your powers, but I see through all of it. “You’re not as good at hiding as you think, Uncle Rossi,” she said, her tone dripping with mockery, the title a deliberate jab rather than a term of affection.
Rosinante’s gaze darkened, though he masked it quickly. "So, your visions are more… complete than I thought."
"You really underestimated me," Vesper said, leaning in just enough to make him uneasy. "You thought I only caught fragments, didn’t you? Well, surprise—there’s more I see than I let on. And I know what you’re doing, disappearing so conveniently when it suits you. If Doflamingo finds out—"
"Don’t," Rosinante interrupted, his voice firm now. "I could say the same about your powers. If you’re so sure you’re the smartest one in the room, remember this: survival depends on keeping secrets."
"Good," she said, her smirk growing as she leaned back. "Then we understand each other. My visions stay between us, and so does your little secret. For now."