Dante smiled, although it was slightly strained. "Understanding. Being in this body really isn't that much of a deal, but for you, with that kingly air of yours...it can't be easy. Stomach cramps, mood swings, bleeding...you didn't sign up for that, did you?"
He shrugged his shoulders a little. "But if that's not enough, there's always my...talent. I'm very good at making people fight. Divide and conquer, o king..."