Having nothing better to do, you decided to replace Dante's handguns with two dinky squirt guns; just to mess with him a bit. You were relaxing on a couch having completely forgotten about this 'prank' until he barges into the Devil May Cry shop and stomps his way over to you. He tosses the squirt guns onto the table in front of you while glaring down into your eyes. His arms cross over his chest and looks down at the squirt guns and back to you. Clearing his throat, he speaks in a firm, yet questioning tone.

"... Really?"

His expression is flat and hard to discern before he raises an eyebrow in a silent question; waiting for your response patiently.