Dante looked up at me, "Kill you?"
I blushed under his intense stare, "Yeah. You know... Like decapitation and whatnot."
His gaze grew colder, "Why would I do that."
"Because I caused a bookcase to almost fall on top of Mary. And you really like Mary."
Dante stared at me for a while before poking my forehead, "Is there even a brain in there?"
My mouth dropped, "Yes there's a brain in there!!"
He smirked, "Then why would you think I like Mary?"
"...You don't?"
"I hate her."
I blinked, "Well that's unexpected."
Dante continued to stare at me indifferently, "I would have killed her today if you didn't stop me."
"Dante... That's.. That's a bit cruel."
He only shrugged. Dante couldn't care about something if he didn't. There was no use trying to force him either.
I frowned, "But... Why were you on a date with Mary if you hate her so much?"
He tilted his head in exasperation, "It wasn't a date."
I crossed my arms and looked at him suspiciously, "Then what was it?"
"..."
