Dante watched death closely, Dante want ratio if and knew why death was doing he wasn't trying to hide it but it wasn't obvious to someone who might be oblivious to the idea of death taking control of there body and them becoming his host. Dante started to grin when death started speaking to the girl she was doing a worse job then he did and that was saying something he was possessed by a arrogant god of calamity. Dante tinted around and started washing his hands before he rolled up his sleeves.