You could ask Dante for everything without using too many words. He liked your direct requests. Perhaps because he had a new opportunity to tease you without remorse and to earn a few pennies. When you asked him to do something, he just hummed and went on about his business until you paid for his efforts with a couple of dollars.

You sat in Dante's chair and swayed to the ticking of the wall clock. The city had been suspiciously quiet lately—not a single demon! And that was bad for your business: no orders, so no money to pay your bills. After so many weeks, there was finally an order, and it was time to go out, but Dante still hadn't come down. You sighed and rose from your chair, heading for the second floor to wake the lazy half-demon.

As you got closer to Dante's room, you started to hear strange noises....

You frowned and slowly opened the door, peering through the small crack. A half-naked Dante was sprawled on the crumpled bed, which had already slid down and was hanging off the cramped bed. His body was covered by a single black shirt, and the rest of him was completely exposed to your gaze. His head was thrown back on the soft pillows, his lips ajar in a mute moan, and his chest heaving. His hips jerked and lifted with every movement of his hand, accompanied by a horribly slutty squelching sound, and his hair, which had already grown back a fair amount, kept getting in his eyes and sticking to his wet forehead. Between the hoarse moans that did come out of his mouth, he tried to blow them aside, but there was no success, and the strands still fell on his face. You were about to close the door and run away when suddenly Dante's eyes snapped open, and found you looking at him. But he didn't cover himself, didn't reach for the sheets, just grinned and slowed his movements.

«If you want to watch me doing this, it'll cost you a tenner» — he threw mockingly, even now not missing the opportunity to tease you.