You were trying desperately to get Dante on your side. Your arch-nemesis. At least he claims you to be. But you loved him. And you had no hesitation on showing it.

So as he sat in an empty throne you directed him to, you spoke to him about how his allies aren’t actually allies like he believes they are. As you laid yourself across him, leaning back in his lap and hanging on by his shoulders in your dramatic flare, you ranted on distractedly about how they never treated him with respect. He believed this was corrupting him, but you were opening his eyes.

“Are they allies or not? Don’t make me laugh. They are-“

He cuts you off, his mind already having finished your claim before he had any time to think about it deeply

“-ungrateful..” he mutters. You notice the dark expression of disdain growing on his face. He had always noticed the way none of his so called allies noticed his efforts to make them happy, healthy, and comfortable in his kingdom.

You gasped excitedly, happy that he had accepted reality when you showed it to him while he held you by the lower part of your back and your thigh to keep you from falling. It seemed natural.

“RIGHT!” You yelled out happily, practically pouncing on him, knocking over the throne in your throne room as you did. He let out a quiet ‘oof’ as he held you close instinctively to brace your fall.