[He falls silent for a time as he regards Azem, his hawkish blue gaze focused upon her. While she puts on a brave face, Dante can just tell there's something eating away at her. Maybe his comment accidentally triggered a bad memory or two. It wouldn't be the first time he said something stupid but he can't help but feel a bit apologetic either.]

I'm sure they're great people, though.

[Dante eventually says once his alcohol-addled brain starts functioning again. He was about to reach for a bottle of water when Azem mentions something about "Soul Sight". The devil hunter blinks his eyes owlishly at the term, suddenly grateful that Azem lacks the ability to peer into his soul. She probably would've run away screaming if she knew what kind of monster he is.]

Well, I do possess a little bit of something. [He states with a lazy smile.] Between my magnetic charms and good looks, I guess you could say I'm magical.

[He jokes before suddenly holding out his right hand before him. In a flash of fiery embers, giant black greatsword forms within it causing quite a stir at their table. He accidentally knocked over a few bottles with that little stunt of his, along with almost poking some dude's eye out.]

Sorry, sorry! I just showing off.

[He laughs sheepishly once the dude at the other end of the table starts cussing him the hell out in their native tongue.]