Dante gave Mace an 'oh no you didn't' sort of look when he patted his head and he continued to give him that look until Mace withdrew his hand like a smart little lad. "I woulda. And that bitch would have felt it til next Tuesday, but that's besides the point." Glancing over at the clock on the wall, Dante gave a silent little Amen. "Bout time for me to get outta here for a bit. How much longer you in for?" he questioned, eyes flicking over the boy. He didn't know him all that well, but that never really stopped Dante from flirting or doing more than flirting. Coworker or not, it didn't make a bit of difference to him.