Matias was in the midst of stretching when Dante's voice once again interrupted the peace. He glanced over at the man, his gaze dull as it always was.

"What'd I get out of telling them?" he sneered. "I've had more than enough earfuls today."

The door behind him swung open, making him look back. Considering he had just seen a goat man, the impact the woman's appearance had on him was minute. That didn't mean he stopped looking; she was the whole point she was here, after all. What truly took him aback, however, was the manner in which Dante greeted this lady. It was as if the detective was in front of royalty.

Pretentious. All of them.

He didn't bother with the formality. In fact, he was mostly silent throughout her ramble save for a small nod when asked if he was a consult. He had to admit that he was a little thirsty, however...

The chance to say yes went away when Lady Midnight suddenly toppled over. He sprung out of his seat with a will to help, but, like always, that stupid vampire...

"Wait, what?"

He pondered.

"Uh... Like..." He prodded his finger around his chest until he could feel his heartbeat, then tapped on that part of his sternum. "... Here? It was under the breast... Why?"