Dante v. Bayonetta: The Witch dances w/the Devil 9

From the door way, Lady turns back to Dante.  "Are you sure you don't want to come along?" she asks teasingly.  Dante responds by leaning back in his chair and placing a magazine over his face.  Propping his feet up in the desk, he settles in deeper into his chair.  Lady shrugs her shoulders and closes the door, knowing she won't get any more out of him.

Outside, Trish and Lady run into the delivery boy who is still waiting to get paid.  He looks at them and none too soon did his eyes fall on Trish.  Gliding his eyes across her, his mouth drops open at the sight of the blonde beauty before him.

"Friend of yours?" Trish says to Lady.

Lady laughs and says, "You got this one, I took the last one."

"He's gonna owe me for this," Trish says to herself.  She then leans in close to the startled young man.  The young man's heart was racing and his palms started to sweat.  Trish looks at him with a cat-like stare.  "You know cutie, why don't we keep this our little secret, hmm?" she says with a sultry voice while slowly gliding one nail up his neck to his chin.  Suddenly, the young man faints.

"Wow, ten seconds.  A new record," said Lady.

"Dante better appreciate what I'm doing.  I think I'll get that outfit I wanted and put on his tab," Trish said.

"That's fair," Lady said with a laugh.  The ladies walk to their respective motorcycles—a red motorcycle for Lady and black for Trish.  They start their engines and, after a couple revs of the motor, the drive off with Lady in the lead.

Back inside, Dante was resting comfortably in his chair.  His long legs formed a bridge to his mahogany desk which is yet another thing he still owes money for, just like the pizzas.  A magazine covered his face and his arms were propped behind his head.  He can hear the pair of motorcycle engines roar off in the distance.  With Lady and Trish gone, Dante can get some rest before his next mission, whenever that will be.

No sooner than he finally gets relaxed did the phone ring.  With a heavy sigh, Dante lifts one leg up and thumps his heel on the desk, flipping the phone off its cradle and into his hand.  "Devil May Cry," he answers.  Dante listens carefully to the person the other end, all the while barely moving from his relaxed position.  "Where at?  Alright, I'll be there," he says.  With a flick of the wrist, he flips the phone back on the cradle.  After a moment of waiting, Dante swings his legs off the desk and stands.  He then heads over to his coat hanging on the rack.  The famed Devil Hunter slides into his trademark red coat, returns to his desk and twirls his twin pistols into their holsters.  Sliding his sword Rebellion onto his back, Dante sets out on the mission he just received.  "And that's why I wasn't going with you Lady.  Because I knew something better was coming along," he says, breaking into his coolest grin.  He plunges his hands into his pockets and strolls to the front door.  "Sorry Lady but you're not screwing me out of this one," Dante says before opening the door and walking out.