Dante was busy watching the riot, he had been involved in large scale riots. Hell the young man had been in the center of riots before, this was unlike anything he'd seen. However it seemed that one of the cops had different ideas as to what the convict should be paying attention to. He was shaken out of his thoughts when the Detective spoke to him. Merely smirking, Dante rolled his eyes and spoke plainly<strong>"Why the hell would I tell one of you Krispy Kreme binge eating jerkoffs shit? You're supposed to be a detective, right? Use your deductive reasoning, Sherlock."</strong><br/><br/>They were taking him away from an ugly situation, this much was true. It didn't mean Dante had to be polite about it. He strongly disliked police, the fact that he was currently locked in a car with two of them? Well that was just throwing salt in the wound. Looking towards the female cop for a second, he remarks<strong>"However, if Wonder Cheeks here would like to interrogate me? I might be open to that, hell play your cards right and I might even let you watch."</strong>However he wasn't able to stop the sights of the surrounding area from catching his attention, and he merely muttered under his breath<strong>"Shit...these are the fucking end times."</strong>