Dante could tell that was a loud of horseshit. reading people was a specialty of his and he knew Lyle was just putting up a bravado. he knew what that was like. Still if he didn't want to talk about it, that was his business and Dante wouldn't press it.<br/><br/>"If you say so. Is there anything you want me to do before I head out?"<br/><br/>He would stick around and help out if Lyle needed an extra pair of hands, but there was no use in him just standing around. It was already 1am and he would be needing his beauty sleep.