He had crossed his arms as he listened to the boy ramble. At least the demons had a sense of humor. It had caused a ‘tch’ of a chuckle to come from him. Finally, he just shrugged. If the demons had even the vaguest sense of humor that he could appreciate- and weren’t a threat-, then they were fine with him.
"Yeah, yeah. Then we’ll relocate them. But we’ll either need something heavier than you..,"
Dante was rethinking that last part.
”..Or straps.. Or! You could throw them.”
The obvious dismissal of his seriousness was slowly getting on his nerves, and the almost-laugh made the corner of his lip twitch before his lips formed a sneer.
"Heavier than me?" Nero repeated, and his arm glowed a bit brighter as his claws scraped the crate a bit. "Your fat ass should do the trick."
"They are demons. They will play on your humanity before going to run amok once again,”
He had stopped and was watching Nero carefully. He didn’t even completely believe himself.
"They avoid humans and prey on small animals and demons, including little shitty things that multiply like rabbits and are venomous as hell.” Nero clicked his tongue. “These three,” he tapped the crate again and got two whines in response, “were probs just chasing a few rats down and got seen by acci-dent.” His voice hitched slightly when a loud thud came from inside the crate.
"So," he repeated, seeming to agree. "You said later, and it’s later now, isn’t it?" he asked simply.
There was a long pause before Nero prompted, “…And?” in a tone that suggested he was waiting for a continuation all this time.
"Uh, yes. Obviously," he said gesturing at his real physical body. "I am very much still here."
"Well, you can’t blame a guy for having hopes." Nero took his spot by the desk, leaning against it again and crossing his arms. "…So?"
He hadn’t misspoken. But he wouldn’t point that out, neither.
"You are a lightweight…
No. Thinking. Why would you ever keep a demon alive?”
"Oh, gee, I donno. Because some are totally harmless to people and can actually be useful to have around in the long run?" Nero offered sarcastically and tilted his head, staring at the crate below quizzically as the sounds ceased. He tapped the lid with a claw and got an almost pitiful whine in response.
"Well you are an exception.”
He replied as he meandered around the crate idly.
"Devil, not demon," Nero corrected on reflex, then grinned lopsidedly, watching Dante walk around. "What, you’re scared they’re gonna crawl out?"
"I thought that was part of the job description," Or had he missed a memo?
Too lazy to keep the lid closed with one hand anymore, Nero just put the crate down and sat on top of it, crossing his arms. “And you really always kill every demon you come across?”