A pinky rose and rubbed the inner shell of the older man's ear, before he then flashed it before himself and looked at it in a bored manner.
"Oh yes, because not only am I totally into little boys, but ones with smartass mouths. Mmmm hot dog." He said flatly, yet still dripping with sarcasm. He let out a breif yawn and rubbed his thumb over his pinky, still not paying much attention to the flustered lad.
"... anyway, onto the more serious matter- if this man who's claiming to be my brother comes up to you asking for that sword..." He hesitated slightly.. that man claiming... although it didn't seem likely Vergil were here, Dante couldn't help but feel that they were infact dealing with the real deal.
... man... this was so fucked up.
"... even if he really IS my brother, don't give it to him." Dante's tone changed once more, this time, a bit more dire. It was a tone he only used when being serious.. which wasn't really that often, but genuine when it occured.