Re: Dante Z.
He'd laugh, and oblige, because that's the sort of drama that he totally lives for. "Zee is," he looked around, scanning the room. "Somewhere. She's got a pontail, and a fabulous plaid dress, but ix-nay on the ell-hay, hmm?" He grins, raises his eyebrows as if he's attempting to somehow put a magic spell on her that will mean she never gives him a bad time. But he'll let her go, with a promise to catch-up later, if not tonight, then in the near future, because.