[Though he's half turned away, Dante doesn't lose his attention as they speak. For several moments of silence after that, the catlike eyes continue staring, uncomprehending even though he's heard the words loud and clear.]
... for me.
[There's little in his monotone, but what is there implies more than it's so absurd he didn't even consider the possibility, rather than disbelief. The only reason anyone would be there for him is if he'd manipulated them into the position. With the same straightforward voice as before, he says,]
You shouldn't. You wouldn't, if you...
[The shade trails off, the focus of his gaze on Dante changing as if he's looking through them, drawn into his thoughts with his mouth still slightly open like he simply forgot to continue. His brow comes together, and he remembers.
Maybe, like with a certain young man, maybe that's not true—
A wisp of shadow rises from his shoulder, and underneath it for just a moment, there's the olive of his skin instead of the nothingness that embodies his wish.]
no subject
... for me.
[There's little in his monotone, but what is there implies more than it's so absurd he didn't even consider the possibility, rather than disbelief. The only reason anyone would be there for him is if he'd manipulated them into the position. With the same straightforward voice as before, he says,]
You shouldn't. You wouldn't, if you...
[The shade trails off, the focus of his gaze on Dante changing as if he's looking through them, drawn into his thoughts with his mouth still slightly open like he simply forgot to continue. His brow comes together, and he remembers.
Maybe, like with a certain young man, maybe that's not true—
A wisp of shadow rises from his shoulder, and underneath it for just a moment, there's the olive of his skin instead of the nothingness that embodies his wish.]