Folding the paper up, Dante sauntered along in Vergil's wake, eventually pulling up next to him with a few long strides.

"So like.. Extreme camping." He sounded more okay with this then he should and rightly so; Dante was in for a rude wake-up call.

"Sad that it takes this to get you to embrace your true hotness," he finished with a grin, one hand carding up through the hair that fell flat back where it was. "Does this mean we're in outhouse territory?"