[Espy]

Dante had paused a few feet behind the rest of the group, and now stared, head tilted and eyebrow cocked but hidden behind ragged cloth, at the patrol. The hand that wasn't twitching near a holster held the smoke close to his face, as he thought the situation over.

Oh joy. Lights. How pleasant. I wonder if these are actually reasonable beings. But they were human, and even the gun that he and the demon had fought over wouldn't be of any use against them. He doubted his various weapons were sturdy enough for him to hold his own, either.

"...I don't know about him, but I'm just looking for food. And beds."