Leaving Dante alone in your room for a couple of minutes, you didn’t expect to see what you saw when you returned. He was standing in front of your desk and looking at your sketches, which, in fact, most often depicted himself.

"Hey, kid, I didn't even know you were so good at drawing. Why you was silent?"—He said, seeing you out of the corner of his eye. He chuckled.—“Found a good model, huh?”