In the middle of a rant about how he should have known not to trust a pirate, even though those things weren’t real, and the only remnant of them were obsessed cosplayers, Dante heard Prince’s question. He stopped pacing so he could answer the Prince. He looked around, expecting to see the Prince waiting under the awning of the restaurant like a good kid, and was surprised to see the kid had been following him around! For how long??? Already trying his patience, eh? No matter.

Dante glared down at the Prince. “She could be in hell for all I care,” he snapped, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. “But you know where she went? She went to escape you. She went to go drink strong drinks so she won’t remember you tomorrow. And she left you with me. Got it, kid? You gotta listen to me, or I’ll leave you by yourself in the worst part of town.”