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Fair enough. Dante was well acquainted with keeping such things to your own person, and though the distraction would have been welcome, there were other conversations that could follow. Not that he was particularly good at small talk.

"I don't think so today. I'll stick to dry land." He said, then chuckled. "of course, the steam is doing its job, so 'dry land' might be relative." The humidity was settling in his coat regardless, and he knew he'd leave damp. But the thought of soaking himself just wasn't a pleasant one today.