Matias rolled his eyes at the word "cop". Even pronouncing it in his head was enough to make him want to hurl, but he hid that bit pretty well. His glare was now focused on the crudely drawn poster. He had to laugh; it almost looked nothing like the boss in his opinion. Then again, he didn't know any other masked figures in his life... Not any that wore hoods anyway.

His eyes darted to the note in his pocket, and his hand slowly but surely followed. He had yet to take it out; he had to shoot one more glare at Dante before locking in his decision.

"So you never trusted me? Good to know. Not sure what else I expected from a self-proclaimed pig, but oh well."

He handed Dante the note in a firm hand.

"I'll go with you then," he grumbled, "I'm tired of arguing, and I didn't want to have come here for nothing."

Once again, he settled himself in the passenger seat, hoping that he could stay there this time.

"And trust me. I'll fucking remind you."