Dante literally bats his lashes at the man, not looking at all as if he's playing games with those soft, needy look. Not bothered by others watching, used to being the center of attention because, well, he makes sure he is. Even here and now.

"Awww, Kell. What a sweet name," he coos, laying it on thick, because he already knows he's going to get what he wants. Normally he might just take what he wants, but he's still feeling things out here and finding out just how much he can get away with.

Besides, watching the guy begrudgingly hand over the coin for the ribbon. The ribbon that Dante cheerful plucks from his fingers when its offered.

"Aren't you the sweetest, Kell," he says, artfully twisting his hair up into a perfectly messy bun and securing it with the ribbon. "They don't sell scrunchies here and, well, they took mine. I can call you Kell, right?"

Since he already is.

Lowering his arms he offers a bright, winsome smile. "I'm Dante," he says, dropping into a shallow curtsey. "Enchanté." He pauses, considering something. "Did that just rhyme or not? Because earlier I was speaking Spanish to like feel out where we are, and everyone understood me and I'm beginning to think their magic is really going to mess with my vibe."