It's not that bad. [Honestly, he's kind of intrigued. It's an interesting design! But Freya doesn't seem like she wants to get into it right now, so he passes over the cider, popping his own and raising it for a pseudo-toast, eyebrow quirked.]

Can't complain too much, I guess. [A half-shrug... and then he pauses. A moment passes, and Dante snorts before shaking his head and leaning back onto his elbows, a sardonic twist pulling at his expression.]

How fucked up is that? I got a memory of the other guy last month almost dying, and it's par for the course.