[ The mention of Nero immediately simpers Dante's mood. Though his grin doesn't falter, there's a distinct lack of energy rolling off his shoulders than his hooping and hollering had been full of just a moment before.
He likes Geralt, for what little he knows of him, if at least because any time they've interacted it's been casual and unobtrusive. (What can be said about a guy you meet in a hot tub?)
(Actually, don't answer that.)
Right. There are a handful of people that know a bit of the family business, don't they? At least he trusts Geralt not to be the kind of person who would spread that around for shits and giggles. ]
That so?
[ Dante settles, placing his hands at his hips but he leaves his bike on for the moment. He casts a glance towards the other man. ]
Now my pride's on the line--did you beat his butt too?
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He likes Geralt, for what little he knows of him, if at least because any time they've interacted it's been casual and unobtrusive. (What can be said about a guy you meet in a hot tub?)
(Actually, don't answer that.)
Right. There are a handful of people that know a bit of the family business, don't they? At least he trusts Geralt not to be the kind of person who would spread that around for shits and giggles. ]
That so?
[ Dante settles, placing his hands at his hips but he leaves his bike on for the moment. He casts a glance towards the other man. ]
Now my pride's on the line--did you beat his butt too?