The bar is jam packed, you can hardly hear your own thoughts over the sound of the patrons surrounding you. Dante watches as you nurse a drink, tracing a finger over the rim of his own glass. His elbow is propped up, chin resting on his fist. Humans are so funny, aren't they?

"You gonna stare at it all night babe, or are you gonna do somethin' about that need growin' deep in your chest?" He tilts his head, his voice a deep rumble. Things were never easy with your assigned Addiction Angel, Dante, but god he knew how to have a fun night out.

He's trying to push you, trying to get you to cave, give in to your desires.