Dante could certainly see the family resemblance- the calculating way Katie looked at him, trying to figure him out, piece out the truth from the deception. The sturdy, defiant stance, like she expected him to tackle her at any second. Her direct, no nonsense line of questioning. He smirked at her, an expression he wore so easily. Leaning down, Dante got face to face with her.
"That's big talk for such a little girl," he said, tone dripping with condescention. "So I'll use little words for you. What he and I talk about is none of your fucking business. I sure as fuck didn't ask him to stress about me. So whatever you think you're going to accomplish by coming here... you won't. Now get your tits outta my doorway." He could have threatened her, but he'd told Nox that he would be nice to Katie. But she was treading on his patience, and he didn't have much to start with.