"It's merely this body." Dante shrugged. "It's held together by alchemy. It's rotting away, slowly. An annoyance, but nothing more. My mind and soul are untouched by it."
The room was twisting again. Dante shifted in her chair, but remained where she sat. Was this to be some showdown? A staring contest of powers? She didn't like how skewed things were in Walter's - Valtiel's? - favor. And there was nothing her alchemy could do against decay that sank into the very walls.
"I have little interest in whatever it is you're trying to do. I have no intention to interfere." She'd stay out of whatever business that was. She wasn't a fool, to try and argue with this demon or get in its way. Though she couldn't help but wonder if Walter would be truly useless without Valtiel. A vessel for such power needed to be strong, at least according to the rules she knew.
Either way, there were other uses for Walter if that were the case. "My interests are in the boy."