In defense to the rest of the school, Dante was particularly fond of not giving a shit about something unless it was about himself. He was still a bit unclear on how vampires worked, and they were one of the most basic and well known supernatural races.
"I imagine that's pretty handy," he said, being annoyingly evasive as he always was. Dante didn't know what to think about Dee. She seemed okay enough, not really someone he was dying to know more about but definitely not someone he wanted to get on the wrong side of. He didn't know what kinds of things could kill him in his new state of being, but apparently this chick was one of them. That fact in itself made him wary of her. And because he was wary, he didn't want her knowing anything about him. It was best not to let your enemy know too much about you.
"Have fun beating up your sandbag," he told Dee gruffly, walking over to grab his shirt from the floor. His arm jerked suddenly as he reached for it, though he played it off. According to him, conversation was done now. He needed to go home and Google this "projective null" business. And wait for his muscles to stop twitching.