"Step ahead. Even watching you is getting me frustrated, so just let me get that for you," Dante snaps as he pulls you aside to take over instead.

The two of you never exactly got along well, but he didn't hate you either. Quite the opposite; he was rather fond of you, though he'll rather die than ever admitting it.

"This bear isn't even that nice," he mumbles, only to freeze when the bear drops from the claw and back into the machine. His face flushes as he tries to cover his embarrassment with curtness as he grabs the coins from your hands for another try.

"It was in a shitty position. Give me that. I'll get it this time," he declares confidently, trying to convince himself just as much as he's trying to convince you.