Dante had known that Rory would follow him through his house and down to his personal vault, a part of him wanting to show her that his life had been fulfilling, even without her by his side, though that was only a half truth. The past three years had been rocky, to say the least, and had only made him miss the fiery fae that had found him and shown him the true way of the world. Dante had been one to keep out of trouble, to stay away from anything that might interrupt his quiet life, yet when Rory had found him all those years ago, and forced him to break out of his shell and find a real voice, he had changed permanently. Never again would he go back to the quiet, peaceful life he had treasured. Now he sought the danger, the rush of a good heist or a close call. All because of that small, fiery puca.<br/><br/>Rory's whistle pulled his gaze from the blade, his amber eyes studying her petite form as she eyed the collection he had acquired. “I didn't need you to keep being good at what you taught me. Hell Rory, you taught me that I don't need anyone at all. You taught me that trust is something for the naive.” With a shake of his head, he turned to fully face her, his gaze narrowing as he considered how to handle her at that moment. “Look, I'm not trying to drudge up old memories between us. What's done is done and there's no going back. I'm sure you've got your hooks in some other poor sap now, so please, by all means, find whatever it is you think is hidden here and get out. I don't need you fucking my life up again.”<br/><br/>With a shake of his head, Dante let out a heavy sigh, realizing that he was letting his anger with her get the better of him. “I'm... I'm sorry to hear about your gran. It's never easy losing family.” As he spoke, he moved across the room, stopping at the door to look over his shoulder, motioning for her to head back upstairs. “I'll give you this last favor Rory. You can search my house for whatever it is you left here, but it's not going to be down here. This wasn't even built while we were together.” He waited patiently until she had left the vault and closed the doors behind him as they made their way back to the living area of his home. After taking a moment to make sure the locks engaged behind him, he slid the bookcase back into place and turned to face her once more.<br/><br/>“Three years ago huh? Odd timing, no?” It was always something with Rory. Some issue that she needed help with, or someone that was coming after her, or some sudden death giving her trouble. He had always just dealt with it while they were together, having no issue at all helping the one he loved, but now that she had showed up out of the blue after three years of silence, a feeling a resentment began to settle in his mind. How many times had he put himself in harms way to help her? How many times had he taken the blame for her actions, just to keep her safe and by his side.<br/><br/>Taking a moment to gather his thoughts and settle the emotions swirling in his mind, he shrugged out of his suit coat and tossed it on one of the chairs in the living room. Unbuckling his docker's clutch, he laid it on the same chair and turned back to his former lover, amber eyes searching her face for a few silent moments. “Rory... I don't expect an explanation from you over why you disappeared, but knowing you, I'm sure you got into some kind of trouble. Back then, you know I would've followed you and helped you in every way I could. Did I mean so little to you? Even after all we went through together?” With his brow furrowed in thought, he gave a slight shake of his head and moved to the couch, taking a seat with a quiet sigh. “Doesn't matter anymore... but I always wondered. Anyway, as I said, feel free to search for whatever it is you need, but don't drag your feet about it, I've got some work to take care of later.” With that said, Dante fell quiet, consumed by the myriad of thoughts spinning around in his skull, desperately trying to figure out exactly how he needed to deal with Rory showing back up like she had.