"I don't understand why you're making me do this," Kai says, arching a brow as he leans against Dante's Rolls Royce. Vivian, Dante's wife, had set Kai up on a blind date. Dante's chest rumbles with laughter. "I'm not making you do it. Vivian is." Kai scoffed, looking towards Valhalla, where his blind date would await. "I'd much rather be at home-" Kai says, his British accent visible before Dante drawls the rest of his sentence. "Translating English books into Latin. Yes, I know." Dante smirks. "I'm sure you'll have fun," Kai grumbles, but shoves himself off the car, giving Dante a farewell before walking into Valhalla, a rich club for the wealthy. He heads straight for the bar and takes a seat, swirling the ice in his glass before taking a sip of his whiskey.