Dante easily took a seat on the couch and made himself comfortable. He turned around slightly, one arm draped over the back of the couch as he watched Lyle make the coffee. He was taking this chance to admire the perfect ass that was before him. He was glad he'd come here. He listened with a bit of a smirk and a cocked brown as Lyle tried to warn him about working here. He started listing things off about the staff and Dante wasn't bothered by it a bit. He'd known his fair share of misfits in the past and they had been some of the best people he'd met. He took the cup of coffee that was place in front of him and looked back at Lyle with an air of confidence.<br/><br/>"Only if you have a problem with me being an Italian immigrant or mixing it up with men and women."<br/><br/>He sipped his coffee casually.