[Espy]

Dante, after kicking his boots off, slumped into a corner. Arguing with your inner demon. Literally. Although Lev didn't sound like he was losing his head. Or maybe long days stuck inside the APC had made Dante accustomed to the sheer madness of it all.

"Hope you don't mind," Dante muttered to Feenai, pulling out a smoke and fumbling for his lighter, "The monster's driving m--"

With a startled yelp, Dante dropped the lighter, which he'd been holding the wrong way and had consequently succeeded in cooking some of the skin on his thumb. He bit it, looking for all the world like some huge baby not yet out of the thumb-sucking habit, then tried again.