[ When she makes her sneak attack for him, he lets her, even to reach up and cover those eyes of his which only seems to make him grin a little more as he straightens up some then and tilts his head to the side. Well well, whoever could this be? Humming in thought, he brings a hand up to gently trail the tips of his fingers against the backs of her hands. ]
Hm. Soft hands, smooth skin... well this can't be Dante.
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Hm. Soft hands, smooth skin... well this can't be Dante.