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The rather loud sound of a fist rapping on Devil May Cry's front door rang all throughout the establishment; so that the owner, despite being in the furthest room from the front, was able to make out the noise loud and clear. On any normal day, it would have alerted him to the presence of a potential client -- a potential job, the chance to kill a couple of demons. However, today deviated from that norm. And it was because of that, that Dante couldn't help but snicker to himself as he made his way to the front of the shop; grabbing his trademark trench-coat and shrugging it on as he walked.

There was no question as to the identity of the one at the door. The fact that the knocking was so goddamn loud made it obvious enough. It was almost as though the person's hand was made of metal. Oh, wait --

"Heh. So you actually decided to come around, huh? I'm flattered."

That was exactly what it was. The door was flung open easily enough, and out on the front step stood the person that Dante had been expecting to see; a certain silver-haired mafioso with a scowl that never quite disappeared from his features, even when he felt amusement. A grin forms on the half-devil's own visage, and just like that -- he takes a step back and to the side, allowing the other male to pass through and into the building he so liked to refer to as "dingy", time and time again.

"-- Didn't think you'd actually show. Y'know, what with that busy schedule of yours, filled to the brim with the names of people you've gotta off. But, hey; you made the time, you made your way. That's gotta count for something, right? I'm thinking you like me a little more than you're lettin' on, Squalo."

A snicker. Not even two seconds, and the teasing and snark had already begun. Ah, and how full of such things the night would be, knowing the two at hand. Hands moving to rest on his hips, the demon hunter jerks his head in a motion that suggested Squalo get inside; lips quirking slightly.