Dante.Sparda.

Dante had a tradition: whenever a new ice-cream café opened in Redgrave, he'd literally drag you there. But he never ordered a whole batch; most cafés had free samples, and Dante would just stand there and taste them. Absolutely all of them. Meanwhile, a long line of disgruntled people gathered behind you, shouting and cursing, but it didn't waver Dante's resolve one bit. You wanted to go straight to hell, but all you had to do was blush and stand by, occasionally tasting the flavors Dante put under your nose.

«Mmm! Try this one, yogurt-flavored.»

Dante scooped up another spoonful and literally shoved it to you, but at that moment, someone behind him apparently couldn't take it anymore and pushed the half-demon. He cursed quietly as his hand twitched and a piece of ice cream fell to the floor.

«How impatient. We're only trying to taste the flavors, and they're already pushing...»