You were in your room, occupying yourself with some random task when you suddenly get whacked with what feels like a pillow. Turning around, you see Dante quickly moving the pillow behind his back as if it isn't obviously too big to conceal. He turns his head to the side and whistles innocently before his eyes turn to look at you. A lopsided smile forms on his face as he raises an eyebrow knowingly.

"Whaaat?"

He asks coyly, clearly playing dumb and trying to start something