Truth be told, Erin could have simply gone back to sleep and Dante would have simply lay there, listening to her nasty vermin in their cage, feeling her skin and smelling her shampoo and letting his mind wander. He didn't really require a lot of interaction from people, except when he wanted to be entertained. Right now he didn't, though. He wasn't sure what he needed.
When Erin started moving Dante pulled his hand back slightly, fairly certain that she was going to withdraw from him, maybe tell him to get out. But her fingers stayed intertwined with his so he simply waited, watching her carefully. Sometimes dealing with Erin felt like dealing with a venomous snake that you kept as a pet. It was kind to you, didn't bite you, but you always wondered if it was because it genuinely liked you or if it was simply because it hadn't lost its patience with you yet. The half demon looked down at the girl in the bed, whose head was just below his chin and her bare toes just touching his shins. She was small, looked a lot smaller in her pajamas. He could have easily covered her with his body.
He hadn't thought about being sweaty until Erin asked if he'd been running. No wonder her cold skin felt so nice against him. Because she was always so prissy he assumed he'd be booted out until he showered, but instead she pulled him closer. His heart skipped a beat or two. "Running is boring," he told her honestly. "But it burns off electricity really well. And when you get going fast enough, and nobody can catch you, it's like-" he suddenly stopped. His mouth was running off on him, just talking and was probably going to start spilling shit he didn't want it to. He'd almost admitted just then that running made him feel... Dante sighed. "It's like I can't be caught, and nobody can stick me back in the dark." He close his eyes, chin tilted up so Erin couldn't see his face well from where she was laying.