#burning-ardor

He laughed a little, finger poking at the slayer’s cheeks.  “Is it my fault I know how to get what I need?? I’ve seen those women at your shop, they could do the exact same thing if they... well...”  If they weren’t so 100% crass like Dante all the time.  

“I don’t see you complaining about it. Can’t a girl make sure the person who is supposed help fight is fit for the job?”

"Oh?? Do you now?? Are you sure I should know something like that??"

"And here I thought you had gone off to who knows where. Welcome back, hotshot..."

There’s no way I can’t say this one.  It’s been in my life for most of it honestly.  It’s been my childhood lullaby and the most accurate description of a seamless journey from start to finish, from your first descent down to the surface to the incredibly beautiful departure.  If I ever need to relax and find my center, I always come back here.

“-- But now my feet are really cold and I have you to blame!”

absolutely not wrong... his moods go from“poor Dante needs a hug” and then “I wanna ride him like one of his cycles...”