Dante had a very late morning, not waking up until noon. this was typical practice for him as he very much lived the night life. He stretched, getting out of bed in only a pair of pants. He always slept shirtless. Visible to no one since he lived alone was a tattoo that spanned the entirety of his back. A pair of demon wings spread across his shoulders and folded down to his mid back. He'd gotten it a little while after breaking it off with his ex. Back when he was with her he had been less wild. She had been his first of many things and after going their separate ways Dante had been in a bit of a slump. When he came out of it he decided it was time he freed himself and threw caution to the wind.  Dante got dressed in something casual, a soft cable knit sweater, no tie, grey slacks. It was his soft informal look. He made his way out and went down town to go and by himself that suit.