[Nero doesn't even attempt to hold back the roll of his eyes.

And then he waits, expectant. Either Dante trusts him, or he doesn't -- and this is a pretty insignificant test, anyway.]

Thancred? The sword-gun guy? [If he looks impressed, it's got nothing to do with Dante. He'd seen Thancred in a fight, and he was good. Skilled. Even against something as prickly as the shadow.

And Dante trusted him?

Huh.

Nero throws the cake plate at Dante's head. He knows what he's implying.] Don't know him. But hopefully he's got better ideas than going into sewers. We both know good ideas aren't your forte.