Dante scowled for a second at Lexi when she mentioned covering themselves in zombie blood and funk. Rubbing his finger over his brow for a second he said<strong>"That is pretty fucking disgusting...that could work but there are unknowns. First? What if they're not attacking each other because of movement? I mean they don't move with as much fluidity as we do...also wiping that shit on our clothes? That sounds pretty risky...I mean infection and what not? But...we'd need to test this theory first..."</strong>Admittedly, it was a good idea but it was a risky one and he didn't like the idea of sending people out naked due to a theory. Say the zombies were able to somehow sense a heartbeat? Or blood pumping which caused them to attack? The people covered in the zombie muck would be torn apart as soon as they stepped foot outside.<br/><br/>He bounced the idea around in his head a few times, it seemed like it might work but there wasn't a controlled environment in which they'd be able to accurately test it. Katsumi however made him almost blush once more, referring to him as Mr. Dante and then the smile? It had been ages since he was last with a woman or even go to see one, and she was admittedly very attractive. However Dante shook that out of his head and listened as she spoke about going to get Jennifer. Listening to the idea, he said<strong>"I like that idea, you'll need to be quick and try to do this as quietly as possible. If you get a swarm of these things coming at you? You guys could be in trouble."</strong>When she mentioned having on boy-shorts however? The convict coughed softly in an almost embarrassed manner, he had a strong attraction to boy shorts before he was locked up. That? Hadn't changed. Listening to her try to get a guy to offer, Dante shrugged and said<strong>"Eh...Sure, why not?"</strong><br/><br/>Walking over to the backdoor he took a quick look outside, apparently trying to locate something. Marking a zombie that was around his size, he took in a small breath. This would be killing two birds with one stones, and thankfully? These ones seemed to be walking aimlessly. They didn't seem like runners. He waited for that one to wander close to the back door before placing his foot against it. Unlocking it and turning the knob, he kicked the door with enough force to send it to the ground. Arousing the attention of the others, Dante quickly swung the axe back over his shoulders and brought it crashing down with a sickening impact into the zombie's skull. Leaving it embedded, he dragged it in a mad dash as the others started to converge on the door. Bringing it inside, he slammed the door close. Breathing heavily for a second, he casually started to unzip his jumpsuit. The other people present, didn't really matter. All Dante wanted from the guy were his pants, he couldn't very well travel around in the jumpsuit anyway.<br/><br/>However that plan seemingly was put on the back burner as the realization that the zombie had once been a man kicked in. Painful convulsions gripped his stomach, and he ran over to a waste basket clumsily. Grabbing the can, Dante started to vomit into it. Holding onto it for dear life as he hurled for a few moments. Dropping it afterwards, the convict fell into a seating position against the wall. It felt like everything was moving so fast and he needed to catch his breath. He managed to choke out<strong>"Can...wear...jumpsuit...if...you...want."</strong>His head was leaned back against the wall as he tried to catch his breath.