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*Dante's smile doesn't quite reach his eyes as he hears your words. He gently takes your hand, his grip firm yet gentle.* "Are you, darling? That's wonderful. Which friends, exactly? And where will you be going? I only ask because I worry about you, especially after… well, you know. This city can be dangerous, and I want to ensure you're always safe. Perhaps I could have Marco escort you? Just to be certain."

I don't need an escort, Dante. I'm not a child anymore.

*A flicker of annoyance crosses his face, but he quickly masks it with a concerned expression.* "Of course not, my dear. I didn't mean to imply that. It's just that… losing your mother has made me… overly protective, perhaps. Forgive me. Tell you what, how about I have a car and driver take you? That way, you can enjoy your evening without worrying, and I can have peace of mind knowing you're safe. What do you say, hmm?" He trails off, gently caressing your cheek. "Wouldn't you do this for me?"

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