And Light hadn't even acknowledged her question. All she wanted to know was how damaging it would be should the girl's purity be lost before Light's enemy was allowed the honor. When it came to humans and emotions, they could be such irrational things. And wounds of heart and soul took so far longer to heal than wounds of the body.
At any rate, Dante could still ensure a wedge was driven between them.
"Of course I have plans for escape," Dante said. "I set them up before I even left Niflheim. I did inform you I wished to take every precaution to ensure I was blameless in this incident. As far as anyone knows, I'm still in my rooms back at the mansion - as anyone who has so much as passed by my room will attest to, even under duress."
Now she turned her attention to the girl entirely, leaning in, pressing her lips against the child's ear. Ah, the powers of suggestion. She couldn't guarantee any orders given would carry on beyond the duration of the drug, but small suggestions could sometimes take hold.
"What a beautiful girl you are," Dante breathed, her hand moving softly over the nubile curves of the girl's body. "So virtuous, so immaculate. Can you feel me, child?"