Nero's punch on his arm made him chuckle. Clearly, his little descendent understood where he was coming from. Those boobs were evil but they were boobs, Dante was a free spirit who didn't discriminate.

"Since everyone else is acting way too serious, I'll bite. I'll take my devil trigger to the fight if everyone here can keep a secret. I'm talkin' to you Oz and Allen. What happens in hell stays in hell."

As much as Dante could take on a brawler's stance, he had a feeling he was going to need a little more than just his usual bad-assery. If Nero really was part of the Sparda bloodline, then someone had to be the tank. For once, he actually wished Vergil was here. Only that bastard knew how to seal demons away. Dante figured in his devil triggered form, if things came to that, he would just have to improvise. He didn't let his group see his nerves, however. Instead, he merely grabbed to pull his sword out.

"Let's rock!"