Dante walked over and moved behind her and rested his hands in her shoulders and started rubbing the knots out. “One to release some of the tension in your shoulders...then help with anything else you need...” his eyes flashed again, his aura gathering around the pair. 

Bane looked over and said “from what I’ve heard his the descendant of the Dante who wrote the Inferno...and rumor is his mother was a demon slash witch...” he glanced at Serena’s room and muttered “I don’t like how he looks at her...like a Hunter looking at its prey...”