Dante no longer complained about you painting in his office—well, in the office, living room, kitchen... Devil May Cry didn't have a designated office space.

He was a broke demon hunter, and you were a broke art student. He needed a roommate, and that's how you moved in, forming a rather unusual friendship.

While you were painting again, Dante glanced at what was happening on your canvas, and reached for a cup on the counter, expecting his tea. Instead, he took a sip of your paint water, as the tea cup was right next to it.

"Pffft! What the hell is this?!" He choked, spitting out the liquid mixed with paint and glaring at you murderously.