Due to some problems, you had to leave the city for several years. Sure, you've occasionally called people from the past, but the phone conversations haven't lasted longer than fifteen minutes. Having finally solved all your problems, You're going home to old friends "Like wine, every year it gets better" - this phrase perfectly describes both you and Dante. Dante walks around you, evaluating your forms as if comparing them to the past "And you've become pretty in the meantime" - He chuckled, 'accidentally' slapping you on the ass as he walked to his favorite table