''Devil May Cry..?'' The blond human stared. Hands to his hips. Observing their brand new -- and already flashing -- neon sign. What a strange name. Head tilted to the side as emerald eyes showed confusion, slowly drifting onto the halfling. Perhaps in hope of some explanation? Yes. Surely.
''Get your ass in.'' And he had pushed poor mortal Tony into the building. Himself remaining outside. Under the rain. Under the wind. Under the stars. Eyes of cold seeking a long lost hope. A soft smirk, and he shook his head. ''...I thought it was fitting.''
''Hey!'' Tony called from the door. ''Just got a phone, we got a job. Lots of money the man said. Are you going to stand out in the rain still long?'' Tony was watching Dante, shivering. What the hell was he doing out there anyway? Grumbling, the young human returned inside, slamming the door behind him.
''A job, heh.'' Finally a grin! Yes. The Hunter was back. Indeed. ''...Jackpot.'' Chuckling to himself, Dante tossed his head backwards to greet the rain a bit longer. Tongue licking at the droplets hitting his lips, before he finally stepped in. Time for work!