Делюсь спойлером к новой главе, потому что мне нравится этот диалог. 😳

"What, you think I’m an asshole?”
“Honestly? Yes! Yes, you are.”
She spoke fast, her voice dropping into an annoyed grumble.
“Sometimes you’re an insufferable hypocrite. Push and pull, push and pull, like I’m a goddamn door. Your ego is so big, you think EVERYTHING is your fault."
She curled a finger for each flaw she pointed out.
“You drink yourself numb, you live in a dump, you’re allergic to being real, yet you still pretend to be some brave fix-it-all guy who can save the whole world without breaking a sweat!”
Dante straightened his back, hands on his hips, chest puffed out like a proud, cocky idiot.
“Well, I can. And I did. Once… maybe twice… Actually, you know what? I stopped counting after ten.”
“See? Insufferable…” She snorted, shaking her head, yet her lips curled into a small, amused smile. “Don’t tell me you ran out of fingers.”
“First — good one, but counting past ten means boots off. I’m too lazy for that. Second — what did you expect? I’m the son of Sparda, baby! The legendary devil hunter with…” He trailed off, twirling his hand as he searched for the word. “…avoiding attachment.”
“Avoidant.”
“Smartass.”