Max appreciated that almost as much as he appreciated the ex's teeth finding Dante's weapon and not his flesh. For his part, all he'd managed to do was fling himself backwards, crashing into the wall of a deserted bodega.

"Well," he wheezed, having managed to knock the air out of his chest with the impact, "that was a great case of proving my point."

Pause.

"...Didn't you have a different weapon before?"