Delilah glared at Dante. Who did he think she was? A nymphomaniac? Why did he have to call her out like that, especially in front of the others. She folded her arms and opened her mouth to retort, but started at the table instead. It took her a minute to calm down and stop thinking of a way to sneakily kick him in the nuts. "I don't exactly like little children...and I suck at art," she paused, looking up at him. "And I would prefer following my own path, at least with my job. Unlike the rest of you, I don't want to teach, or be a hooker."