[that little smile's on his face as he gives the sword a spin with the wrist, ending up with the tip against the ground.] Anything for the birthday girl. 'Cept - where's the cake? [Other hand making a vague outward gesture.]
[pulling them both out & spinning them around his fingers fast enough to be a hazard if it were anyone other than dante. then, clack-grab-point - that iconic pose.] That enough proof for you?
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next thing you're gonna say that those are really ivory and ebony on your hips.