Dantalion doesn't really let go of Annalisa's hand, but offers his arm to the young woman as he leads her off into the forest.  "Oh, you're quite right, I'd imagine.  Most demons probably wouldn't have the foresight to keep that much restraint."  As the pair crosses over some unseen threshold, Dante adds, almost as an afterthought, "Unless it was a really cunning demon."<br/><br/>The forest is an alien place at night, compared to the usual sights and sounds of the day.  Shadows twist unnaturally around the pair's path, and light has a difficult time diffusing down from the moon, more so than one would expect even considering the cloud cover.  "Oh, it's not far, not far at all.  I'm sure we'll make it there before it rains."  He seems unconcerned by the gloomy effect, and well he should, as he's the cause of it; as the master of this domain, he has a certain control over the distances between locations.  It can be somewhat unsettling to watch, if you're not accustomed to the effect.  For some, it's unsettling, at least.