[ That's about as good as it's going to get in this situation. Dante really can't blame Nero, even if he isn't always in the mood to be shouted at, he knows that's just how the guy deals with these things--hot bursts of anger before he cools off and really starts to think.

To be fair, Dante's pissed off about it as well, he's just much better at pretending otherwise. ]

I'll pencil you in.

[ Well, no strawberry tarts left, but after that Dante thinks he deserves a little something. He grabs what looks like some sort of sicky sweet biscuit. ]

Yep. And a little spiel about how we're important here but not to worry about it until we rest up and puts some pants on.

[ Dante shoves said biscuit into his mouth before continuing (of course, while chewing). ]

That seems to be the modus operandi around here, doesn't it?