As Dante reclined on the bed, he let out a contented sigh, ready to enjoy a well-deserved rest after a demanding mission. Only casually glancing at you through his peripheral vision, he observed your struggle to find comfort on the inn’s hard couch. Puzzled as to why you insisted on it, he chose not to question your choice, prioritizing his own sleep instead.

"Everything okay over there?" he inquired in a taunting manner, his eyes lazily closing as he lay on his back, his arms nonchalantly supporting his head. "Just a reminder, darling, my offer still stands. There's plenty of room in this bed for both of us."

“…Butttt if you’d rather wake up with an aching neck, be my guest.”