[Hey, Dante won't judge. The vigilante game is the best way to go in Dante's opinion. No one to hold you down, no laws to tell you no, only your own morality to guide you down those dark paths. Not that he knows about what she's thinking. He only knows that she's damn pretty, are all the women in Hadriel hot? He's starting to think he's won the visual lottery here.

Best of all, none of them seem to want to kill him. Score!] Oh yeah, but I'm spoiled. Look at all I've got to choose from. It's like Christmas here in the Colosseum! [Dante backflips on top of another of the beasts, crushing it's tail entirely. And from there it's just a simple stab and the poor creature is out of it's misery.] You know how to handle yourself? You look too regal for gladiator games. [There's nothing disrespectful about his tone, oddly enough. He's honestly curious. The last lady he battled with here looked like a fragile thing, but kicked all sorts of scorpion ass.

Do scorpions even have asses? That's a question that he never thought he'd think up.]