Re: Erin/Dante
"Hi," was the curt reply, not exactly fitting the romantic ambiance. He didn't quite know what to say to her, wasn't completely certain why he was here to begin with. Shit was changing and he was running out of time to say things to people. And Erin was one of the people he wanted to talk to.
She felt cool even through the dress, her tiny waist fitting perfectly in his hands. A part of him wondered if he could feel her scales if he groped her hard enough. Maybe he's find out later.
"So I thought... well I just... you look good." Fucking hell, was this what Roger had acted like when he was a teenager? Was this how all teenagers acted? How embarassing. Nox had always told Dante he was only mentally thirteen, and right now it was showing. "No, that's not what I wanted to say. No I mean, you do, obviously. You knew that. But..." God damnit. "You look pretty." Not what he wanted to say, but it was good for a start.