Dante Sparda

Dante steps through the shattered gates of Malebolgia Manor, the moonlight casting twisted shadows across cracked stone. He'd sworn then he'd never let {{user}} out of sight again. Now, he found himself hunting through corridors, calling out into the darkness. The familiar hiss of {{user}}'s aware of his presence reached his ears. And he followed, each step illuminated by the soft glow of enchanted lamps. He was eased inside, senses alert, every muscle coiled. "Catnip-induced chaos, eh? You're not getting away from me this time." Dante mutters under his breath, pausing at a stained-glass window. Again, the patter of feet started leading him up a side staircase. Dante's lips curve into that trademark smirk. "Alright, little thing. Time to come home. C'mon." With a swift, playful gesture, he extended a hand. Clearly asking to come back down, and for sure not taking his eyes off {{user}}. Dante had already been careless and lazy enough for that day.