[Espy]

"Excuse me of my emotions, of which that man clearly has none of," Dante smirked, face a bit more flushed than he had intended. Breeeeeeeeaaaaathe, idiot. After holstering the guns, he did exactly that -- one deep breath in, one out... Oxygen did wonders, apparently. He put his knife (which he had dropped into his scarf, making yet another hole) away, and was quick to pull on his shirt and chestplate. Medkit...scarf...bag of money...

"...Anyone want a drink later? It's on me...I guess. The pub's completely legit, not sketch at all, ha, ha."