[The ease in which she just approaches the subject makes Dante relax. Acting as if nothing had happened is actually good by him - casualness is where his comfort zone is, and he's perfectly okay if people decide to share that.

So he slumps back against the seat, a posture usually meant to taunt or send people away - a Do Not Disturb sign. This time, it just meant that for once since he had arrived there, he could let loose a bit. Hell, he hasn't even buttoned up his shirt yet.

Funny how things worked. His lip twitches.] Close! I know that pizza was invented in the early 1900s. Or so I heard.

How has it been for you, adapting to all of this? [He wiggles the device in his hand for show.]