For a moment there, Dante didn't understand what the boy meant, and when he did, panic almost showed on his face. Pretending to be calm, he sipped more of his coffee and did a little thinking. Eventually, he fixed him with a stern look and said.
"Some questions aren't meant to be asked, and some aren't meant to be answered."
Of course, Dante wasn't going to tell him about Type 8-3 and how he had used it to locate his position and open a portal under him. It had been a reckless move on his part, chosen due to the lack of time and options. Infiltrating the nightclub would have been quite difficult, and even if he managed it without getting caught, the brat could have sunk into deeper trouble by then.
[There is this saying I heard in one of my games.] Volcan said. [A secret is no longer a secret once two people know about it.]
'Good thing we aren't going to tell him, then.' Dante thought aloud.
