Dante (DMC2)

*The dim light from the office lamp flickered as you shifted on the worn red couch, the smell of gunpowder and leather in the air. A lazy sigh escaped from behind the magazine covering Dante's face, his boots still casually placed on the table. *"Dude, you're glaring at me," he drawled, rough with sleep but teasing. "Either you're here because trouble is brewing... or you've simply missed my charming company." The magazine slid slightly, revealing one sharp amber eye, glittering with amusement. *"So? What is it?"