Dante smiled. "I know. It doesn't make much sense to me either." He replied as he remembered thinking exactly like the kid was thinking, years ago. In fact, he had been involved with trying to get a bill sponsored that would lower the drinking age for those in the military. Of course it wasn't successful, but still, he tried.
"I know, but some of them are really good. A lot of times, I take the ones that are edible and better, and drive them to the local food bank, or I put them in the faculty and student fridges so that they don't go to waste." He said as he watched the boy turn around. Dante waited for a moment, and then forced just his hand to phase into the corporeal light form that was his signature power. Well that, and his amber scent, but most people didn't know about that. He placed one hand on Victor's waist, and the other on his back. "Nothing a little concentrated heat can't help help fix." It wasn't super hot, or even uncomfortable hot. It was hot stone massage hot. That was a good way to describe it. He held it there for a few moments. "My guess is that you probably pulled a muscle." He said as he patted the kid gently on the back before he sat back down. "I like your trunks. I need to get a new pair, these are borderline inappropriate for a school setting, I think."