Dante listened to him attentively and already from the beginning he had a bad feeling. The more he heard the more anger built up within him. He had to stop himself from getting furious. When Lyle was done he shifted away from him and turned to face him, kneeling. He had a very serious expression on his face as he reached out and cupped Lyle's cheeks with his porcelain white hands. His angry, but his expression was concerned and his touch was gentle.<br/><br/>"No you listen to me, Lyle. I suffered for years being abused by my mother and I know it's not the same as your situation because you can't choose your family, but no on, NO ONE, deserved to be treated like that by anyone! Especially not you. You are so sweet, how could anyone ever do that to you?  You just let me know next time he bothers you. If he shows his face again I will personally teach that bastard a lesson, You got it? You gotta promise me you'll let me know."<br/><br/>He seemed pretty insistent. Based on his own experience Dante had a deep sympathy for anyone who had suffered abuse by anyone's and and at the drop of a hat would become their personal bodyguard against whoever hurt them.