Dante turned his attention at the smartass remark, knowing that familiar voice..
...
And that outfit.
The older man's lips curled into a smirk as he caught view of the primped up variation of his recent room mate, who looked like one of those damn... Soldiers from that retarded cult back in Fortuna.
He tried his damnedest to hold back a snorfle. Tried. But failed. How could he help it? The kid just looked so damn cute. It was hilarious.
"Well well well, if it isn't prince charming," he teased, trying to hold back the full laugh. "Don't you just look swell this evening."
Oh yes. He had to bring up that redundant word again... only because that strange past experience was still something worth teasing him about.