Matias couldn't help but chuckle at Dante's body comment. That burst of joy, however, was short-lived after Dante's question. Matias's frown grew right back, and following suit was a slightly deeper scowl.

"Whatever you're implying," he huffed, "can it. I don't have bad blood with anyone here."

He folded his arms anew.

"Look, I know we have to keep our paper trail low, but is it not reasonable for me to be worried? If those people are alive, hell knows what's happening with them right now. I don't even want to think about them being dead either. More cases means a higher body count, in that case. Seriously, how aren't [i]you[/i] worried?"

Matias's eyes were locked onto Dante's at this point, his scowl ever present. His rather heavy breathing was what was keeping him from exploding into another rant, but it was a leaking dam.