[Espy]

Dante flinched, then turned, surprised. ...What...? His first impulse was to shake the hand off, but it was...shaking slightly? He could feel it through his gloves.

Realizing he was still poised to deliver punches to the nephilim's head, he relaxed his shoulders and arms a bit, feeling the strangeness of enveloping another much smaller hand in his own. I wish I could read minds...he thought somewhat vaguely.

The most he did at the old man's use of his name was to glare, his clouded eyes trying to pierce him. He noticed that the aura wasn't at its usual strength. Odd for him to be shaken.

He glanced back at the wavering pale aura next to him, thought for a while, then awkwardly sat down next to the girl.