Dante stood off the side, apart from the others, drawing away from the semi-demon with a growl of offense. He found most demons offensive since they had no place in the natural order of things. But he could go along with it if it meant he avoided trouble, at least until he could pry this blasted collar off. He'd try changing his form while in transport and found it didn't work and his divine magic didn't either. Damn.  He thought about it as he watched the rest, his wild coppery brown hair shadowing his eyes for a moment as he did; studying the others to see how useful they might be in an escape attempt. "Great. Stuck here with a peanut gallery..." Dante muttered in elven.