What to do...
Kat shouldn't hang around in the trailer alone without him, but she'd face face greater dangers outside of it by his side. All of this he mused while he cleaned demon blood from Rebellion and polished his guns, aware of her smaller form move about his kitchen to find something edible. The only things fit for human consumption lay strewn on the floor, cold and stale in their cardboard boxes. Pizza crust didn't count as a full meal though, and so Dante privately appreciated her efforts.
He abruptly stopped his ministrations when he heard subdued humming, so quiet, that Dante thought he was hearing things. However her faint song, light and soft, continued and he strained his ears to make out the tune. When he dropped his weapons and took a step towards her to determine if the humming was indeed coming from her, the humming ceased and after a pause, Kat sheepishly peered over her shoulder at him.
Dante's expression was unreadable. How embarrassing of her. If anything, Kat wasn't one to hum at all, but feeling comfortable and safe for the first time made her lose herself in the moment.
The brunette cleared her throat and tried busying herself in getting something together for them. At this rate they would settle for frozen pizza that Dante never bothered to touch or remember.
"What were you humming?" Dante questioned, breaking the silence.
By all means, she shouldn't have stopped at his expense. It was certainly foreign, hearing someone hum so casually and pleasantly in his presence. Maybe it was a love song. The thought almost made him smirk.
After a brief hesitation, Kat managed to respond in a low voice, "...I don't know. It just came to me. Weird, huh?"
She earned another blue-eyed stare.
"Go ahead and keep singing then. It's too fucking quiet around here."
Catching herself from smiling, she lowered her makeup rimmed eyes and resumed her soft tune.
Looking satisfied, Dante went back to his weapons.
In her tank top and shorts, Kat stared down at the young man lying with a pillow behind his head on the floor of his own home. So Dante was capable of being as polite as his brother. How funny, but unfair. She only took his bed because he had insisted. However, her hesitation took on a new turn for the worst when she realized his bed bore his scent...in every crevice. That's gonna rub off on her. Hopefully she won't adopt his messy lifestyle as well. Something about the bareness of her skin, touching the sheets that he had used and slept on, made her uncomfortable.
Rationale abandoned and in an attempt to ease herself, she quietly spoke to herself,
"...so the sons of Sparda are gentlemen."
From below Dante tensed.
"You slept on Vergil's bed before?"
Ah, she didn't like how he worded that.
