[his eyes are steady on loki when the blade pushes against his throat, and dante stills, waiting for the next move. annoyingly enough, dante's bravado keeps him in place and keeps his heart calm, wherein others would already be pleading for mercy or for reasoning from loki's behalf.]

[and then the blade is gone, and dante barely catches himself rolling his eyes before he settles his hands at his hips, chin tilted up.]

If I got offended every time someone put something through me, I'd be leading a very angry life.

[an easy shrug follows the statement, and then he points at the center of his forehead.]

One chick put two bullets in my head when we first met. [taptap] Closest thing to a friend I've got to this day.

[then there's the easy smile that dante always happens to conjure on his features.]

Someone has to keep you from hurting innocent bystanders. And, anyway, far as I see it, you owe me. [he points over at his... torn clothes. thanks.]