Dante's icy blue eyes looked the young woman up and down. There, his brother would be satisfied. She was fine. She looked nearly normal enough. A bit disheveled, a nasty bruise forming around her neck, and her body still appeared to be shaking, but other then that, completely and utterly fine. "Good, glad to hear. I can just-" he started, her questioning catching him off guard. "Damn..." he sighed, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his neck, almost mirroring what Tessa had done not too long ago. What was he to do? He had never been good with mundane interact. They were rather slow, if that was even the right word he would use for them. How could she understand what that man was? She couldn't. She would most likely go insane by his explanation, then that would be a real problem.
He opened his mouth to speak, but found no words. He closed his mouth, pursing his lips together. Luckily, he didn't have to stand there for too long. "Come on, D." his brother's voice rang clearly over the whispering babble of the new station they stood in, "Leaving your stuff lying around. I was sure father taught you better. I am not your babysitter, an I am not about to clean up after you."
Dante wheeled around, his back to Tessa now, before his was smacked in the face with his leather jacket. The black leather temporarily blinding him. He reached up, pulling it off of his face, before shaking it out, and slipping it back over his arms, covering up the number of rune-like markings covering his muscled arms. "Yeah, thanks. I never asked you to be my babysitter." Dante chuckled, pulling at the collar of his jacket when he got it on, though he was quick to raise his hand again. Vergil had tossed something silver towards him. Dante caught the blade effortlessly, flipping it around in his hand a few time, before shoving it back into his pocket. Seems Verg had done some cleaning, since he had left it in that vamp's side.
Vergil's dark eyes stared at Dante's face. It was a stern look... One that Dante found, almost resembled that of his father. Damn, how he hated that look. Almost as if his brother was disappointed in him, which, he probably was. Dante had done his job, if Vergil didn't like it, he could bite him. He watched Vergil's eyes, the darker brown seeming to have a slight, reddish tinge to them. "What? Did you realize I'm just so gorgeous and you can't look away? I know, I have Michael's features. I should totally be an angel." Dante laughed, slightly sticking out his bottom lip, as he rubbed a hand down his face.
"Do not flatter yourself, Dante." Vergil chided.
"Geez, can't take a damn joke, Verg. Lighten up. Besides, our little friend here has a question. A question I am unable to answer, or unwilling, can't decide which." Dante said, sidestepping around his brother and giving him a good shove. The suit-clad man was caught off guard, lunging forth before catching himself. He straightened his tie, smoothed out his overcoat, before getting a good look at Tessa.
"I am sorry for my brother's childish nature." Vergil chimed, glancing back to Dante, who simply rolled his eyes as he sat down on one of the nearby benches placed against the stone wall, "He said you had a question. May I ask what that was?"
((OoC: I'm so incredibly sorry for not getting to this sooner. I was hoping that this weekend, I would have more time to do replies, but I just seem to get busier and busier. :/))