So, your mom was right about you being a chatterbox but that's a good thing in my book.

[This is one of the few pleasant conversations he had in a long time. Dante rarely ever talks about himself but some reason, he doesn't mind talking to her. Maybe Aerith's infectious charm is rubbing off on him. Maybe it's because she reminds him of Patty, the former client he may or may not have accidentally adopted over the years.]

Gooey in the center? [He can't help but arch his brow a little.] Are you sure you're describing me and not your favorite candy?

[All jokes aside, Dante knows what she meant by that. Aerith isn't too far off from the truth and that scares a little. Dante is a lot nicer than he seems. Under all that sass and sarcasm lies a man who truly does care about others. He just has a tough time showing it.]

Or maybe I just have a sweet tooth! That could also be the reason.

[Yeah, she's a menace! Dante tries his best to shrug off the comment but he's feeling all mushy and warm now. Ugh. Gross. Time to turn the tables.]

You're braver than you look, you know that? Not just anyone would wander up to someone they barely know and start reading them like a tarot card.

[He gives her a long hard look, almost like he's trying to unearth a mystery or something.]

I wonder what else you can do. Most of the folks pulled here have some sort of talent whether it be the "gift of gab" or something else.