"Dante?"
"What?" The silver haired male smiled as he glanced up, meeting your annoyed face. You crossed your arms across your chest, scowling and glaring a the magazine that lay open on his desk.
"Buxom magazine? Dante, you have a child living in the house, you can't leave these things lying around!"
"Whatever you say, (Name). But just to let you know, I keep them around because I need something around here to make me feel like a man." Dante's smirk grew as your eyes widened.
"Oh? So you want me to make you feel like a man?" You blushed, putting a finger to your lips and giving him an innocent look. The fact that you were wearing a low cut almost see through shirt and mini skirt was not exactly helping Dante contorl himself. Dante walked around his desk, stopping in front of you. "If that's really all you wanted..."
You pulled Dante closer, you chest pushed up against his, and the silver-haired half-demon smiled as he thought dirty thoughts.
"...Go take out the trash." You pushed Dante away from you, smirking as you saw him standing and staring at the door with a dumbfounded look on his face.
"Dante-got-owned! Dante-got-owned!"
"Shut up, Patty."