Walking smoothly, Nox soon falling in step beside him, Dante gave the other man a hard glare. What difference did it make how it was done? The point was that it had been done, and she was dead, and Dante had done it. Hadn't been an accident, hadn't been unintentional, it had been cold blooded killing. Maybe what Nox wanted to know was how cold blooded the killing had been. Maybe what Nox really wanted to know was whether or not Dante had a soul, or if he had lost it.
Stopping a few yards before the door, because he did not want to bouncers to overhear them, Dante turned slightly to face Nox. "Don't matter. Got done. You got enough time for one more question 'fore we get inside, I suggest you make it a good one."