[ Air, beautiful air! An (unfortunate?) necessity for anyone with a semblance of humanity. Dante takes a few more gasping breaths in as the water around him cascades like a tsunami and--

--oh, hey. There's another guy here.

Who is, uh, looking like he's not sure where to sit his naked ass, apparently. Dante watches the man flit about like a bird trapped in a room as he catches his breath, unceremoniously digging his pinky into his left ear to try and remove some of the water and wax that has married without his blessing. ]

Calm down there, Hamlet. "Lying in wait" is a little presumptuous, don't you think?

[ Despite how chaotic his entrance is, Dante is remarkably calm standing there in the water, barely covering things that would send anyone with eyes running should he take a false step up. ]

There's no crime in catching a few Zs. Which, by the way, what time is it?