[He watches her drink, but Dante shakes his head, turning to lean back against the back of the couch. He doesn't look at her directly, but he will give her a glance out of the corner of his eye.]

You know, you don't have to pretend it's all right.

If you want to sit here nice and pretty and pretend you're some porcelain doll with no feelings, I won't stop you. But...

[A shrug.]

You're safe here.