Dante shrugged back in reply, nodding as he did so. That was fair. He wasn't surprised to meet a werewolf, but it's not like he had met one before. Probably because discretion was definitely a thing of the past for most after the virus hit. She wasn't dangerous to him, but he couldn't help but wonder if she was dangerous to the people who hung around these parts. More specifically, the prison.
Mirroring the rolling of the eyes, Dante held up both hands, but not in defense. If anything, it was a 'back your shit up' gesture, and he had an annoyed expression to match. "Look, kid, if you're gonna be a little shit about this, you can forget about getting high tonight. If you were so fucking mature, you'd get that these are some pretty reasonable questions coming from the guy who walked through this bullshit cold just to do you a solid." Dante paused, trying to stifle his own surprise with himself. When the fuck did he become responsible, if that's what he could call it? He couldn't help but feel kind of appalled. He went from giving people shit and egging them on, to giving lectures? He shook his head, and shuddered. "Oh Christ, whatever. What are you willing to part with?"