A/N: Some of this chapter is inspired by the nasty dance scene in Mr and Mrs Smith.

Can't say I liked the entire movie, but some parts were great.

It was an amazing sight. People in ball gowns and colourful costumes danced across a black marble floor, their faces covered by glittering masks.

Lady's eyes hurt slightly behind her own mask; the sea of colours was so dazzling to look at, it made her eyes water.

The enormous hall was made entirely out of marble and was lit by demonic blue flames that resided in elaborate wrought-iron candle sconces. Dante was reminded uncomfortably of Temen Ni Gru and fought the urge to grab his concealed weapons and simply demand to know where the damned stolen item was. Instead he turned to Lady.

"Hey, you know how to dance?" He asked, just loud enough to be heard over the orchestra which was being played by people, Dante realized with a shock, had no heads.

At that moment, Dante wasn't in the best mood with Lady, but knew if they didn't dance, they would start to attract attention sooner or later.

Lady nodded "Kind of… My mother thought it proper for the women of the Arkham family to know how to ball dance" Dante almost winced at the acid in her tone when she said her former last name.

"Let's try to take a look around then." He said as the headless orchestra began playing a dramatic rendition of the Tango.

Dante vaguely remembered Vergil mentioning it was a better way to pick up girls than Dante's flirtatious banter. Of course, Dante had convinced him to teach the complicated dance to him.

Their mother had laughed for a full three minutes when she walked in to see Dante with a long-stemmed rose between his teeth and Vergil dipped in his arms.

So obviously, not one of the twins' finer teenage moments.

Gritting his teeth, Dante pulled Lady into the throng of dancers and the two immediately were enveloped by the music.

Well, Dante was. Lady clearly hadn't expected the dance to be so complicated and it was only Dante's hands that kept her balanced.

In his current mood, Dante couldn't help but smirk maliciously at her stumbling and tripping over her own feet, even when she yelped in pain when someone stood on her foot.

Why is he grinning? Can't he see that I'm in pain? Just because he's a better dancer than I am is no reason to show off! Poser! Stop grinning you stupid poser! #$%^*^???

If Dante had been able to read her mind right then… He would have exploded.

At a swell in the music they passed a marble pillar and Dante gripped her waist and swung her around so she collided painfully with the pillar.

Already mad, this blatant disrespect enraged Lady, and she stared briefly into his eyes before grabbing a handful of his red silk shirt and hoisting herself up to say a little something into his ear;

"You want to play rough, fine." She hissed, and he raised a slender eyebrow.

Before he could say anything, she twisted away from him, still holding onto one of his hands and twisted his entire arm around, making it look like part of the dance.

Well, aside from the look of surprised pain on his face.

Sure, Dante was pretty much used to most pain, but no enraged demon huntress had ever tried to yank his arm off before.

Recovering quickly, he yanked her back to him, his free hand moving through the slit in her skirt, grabbing her leg and making it wrap around his waist. The forcefulness of this strained all of Lady's leg muscles, but she gritted her teeth against the pain and gave him a look somewhere between a grimace and smirk.

Dante just smiled coyly as he dragged her across the floor, both of them oblivious to the attention other dancers where paying them.

By now, the two were covered in sweat and panting. As the music began to reach its end, Dante dipped Lady so fast her head snapped back, hurting her neck.

Grinning, Dante slid a hand up her body to stop between her breasts.

She looked like she was at the end of her rope, and Dante leaned in to kiss her as a way of saying "Loosing to me isn't that bad, babe."

As he fixed his mouth on hers, Lady bought a knee up to collide with a… Err, rather sensitive area for a man.

And she bit him.

Dante's eyes widened in shock and pain and he released her. The two were met by applause and looked around confused.

All of the masked dancers had apparently been watching the pair, unaware of the little feud that had been going on and were quite impressed by their "passionate" dance together.

Dante and Lady blushed, taking off in the direction of what looked like a bar.

It had alcohol, it would do.

It was a moment before they spoke to each other; both too busy drowning their emotions in liquor, forgetting the mission completely.

Dante scowled at her "You kicked me in the nuts, you little bitch."

Lady glared back "I may be a bitch, devil boy, but at least I'm not your bitch."

They stared venomously at each other for a minute before frowning.

Dante scratched his head "Uh, do you get the feeling we're forgetting something really, really important?"

Lady nodded "Yes, but it seems like it would be healthier to forget…"

Both gasped simultaneously.

"THE MISSION!"

They took off at light speed, copying Riko by leaving smoke-cloud figures of themselves behind.

And Alexander, who had been watching them though a spirit mirror for most of the evening and now lay twitching on the floor said;

"I'm not too…. Sure about them."

The danced (finally). And they made each other bleed.

Two in one. Go me.

*Passes out*