[You know, sometimes Dante can understand that desire to not have any feelings. He certainly would've preferred it back in August, after Hell Manor. He would've preferred it when Ari left. But... you'd lose the good alongside the bad, and there's enough good emotions in this world that maybe it's worth suffering through the bad.
But those are philosophical thoughts for another day, one where he isn't both drinking and dealing with a hot, potentially dangerous woman who may or may not be here for something far beyond the meta. Dante takes another sip of his whiskey, half-turning in his seat so that he can lean sideways against the back of the couch, elbow resting on the top of it as he surveys her.]
So. [If the mood in the room before was casual, perhaps tinged with morose, Dante's recapturing it now. His eyes seem to darken slightly as a expression that might be familiar to Arlene comes to his face--challenging, expectant, almost daring her to commit to what comes next.] What was that about asking me to prove it?
me: COMPLETELY OK WITH THIS???? also how tf do people start shit why am i playing a playboy type....
But those are philosophical thoughts for another day, one where he isn't both drinking and dealing with a hot, potentially dangerous woman who may or may not be here for something far beyond the meta. Dante takes another sip of his whiskey, half-turning in his seat so that he can lean sideways against the back of the couch, elbow resting on the top of it as he surveys her.]
So. [If the mood in the room before was casual, perhaps tinged with morose, Dante's recapturing it now. His eyes seem to darken slightly as a expression that might be familiar to Arlene comes to his face--challenging, expectant, almost daring her to commit to what comes next.] What was that about asking me to prove it?