"Well, you did kinda unleash the warden on everybody," Dante mused, surprising himself with how casual he sounded about it.

It wasn't the kind of casual you sounded about a threat you didn't understand, or about something you thought wasn't worthy of your time. It wasn't oh-I-dropped-my-sandwich-casual.

It was the instictive casual of someone who understood, deep at heart, that he was the apex predator here, even if no one else acknowledged it. That he didn't have much to fear, at least for himself.

And it surprised him.