This is it.
Dante has died and gone to the place where best friends strip in front of each other and now his heart is hammering for reasons that have effectively killed the building anxiety.
He doesn't say anything, mouth suddenly too dry to consider forming words that wouldn't come out as a mumbling mess of uhhh and various oral typos of Clemente's name. But he shrugs on the outer clothes that he's handed without questioning it, his hands pulling the material closer to his body and resting against his chest, ensuring that his heart wasn't about to literally beat out of his chest, not for lack of trying. If it got any such ideas he'd just shove it back in, Clem didn't need to see that sort of thing, is the only thought crossing his mind when he stares at the exposed skin of the young man in front of him.
The two are a flustered pair as Dante takes a moment to calm himself through various fidgeting— a bouncing knee against Clem's side and bottom lip gnawed between dull teeth —and Clem continues to speak. The idea that a bite might be sexual was news to him, having only associated pain with the bites previously. The relief he remembered when letting Clem feed was an anomaly in comparison to the way his veins burned with each draw.
He doesn't let the moment of embarrassment last long as he's already shoving at Clemente's shoulders before he lets himself dwell on the new information much longer. Ascended sure seemed like a group of weirdos if they were super strong and got off biting people, but who was he to judge? Love is love and all that shit.
"Sure dude, you and your noodle arms?" Dante's laughing as he leans into the touch though pulling away just as quickly as he feels the pinch. "Hey! Don't be jealous just 'cause you don't have magic like some people around here." He refuses to admit even to himself how calming hearing Clem's promise. The mere idea of safety in a world that threatened to eat him the second he had arrived seemed farfetched coming from Clemente but not a single cell in his body waved in the belief of those words.
His voice quiets before he speaks again, gaze falling to where he's placed a hand on top of Clem's with a small squeeze. "Just don't get yourself in trouble for me, Clementine."
let me spin and excite you
