Definitely different.
He's briefly saved from listening to his own body's cues as Oliver continues to instruct them on how to continue. If anything, it keeps his foot out of his mouth. Though as was his nature it seemed, not for long enough.
"I'm sure anyone who has eyes would agree," Dante glances up as he starts to kneel in the dirt, seeking confirmation from anyone that may take pity on a poor, flirtatiously inept boy. "The flowers are nice but no matter what beauties we plant today, they won't compare to you." Having forgone the option of a shovel, Dante busies his hands with digging a hole in the ground wide enough for the sapling's roots. He occasionally lifts the plant in and out of the hole to gauge how much room he needed, lifting his gaze to catch sight of Cassie every so often as they worked.
