Dantalion smiles a little wider at that, the way that Annalise gives him the appelation of 'saviour'. He's a student of all things, to be sure, but he holds a special place in what passes for his heart for irony. "The pleasure is mine, to be sure, Annalise." Pausing for effect, he continues, "You can call me Dante."<br/><br/>Looking down at where the still-captive maiden holds her hand protectively to her side, he replies, "You're a very sharp young woman, Annalise. Most people in your position wouldn't have caught that. The truth of the matter is, I have certain.. talents, shall we say, when it comes to delicate objects like the interior of a lock. Nothing more sinister than that."