"Stop being such a stick in the mud, dearest." Aggressively kicks the corpes as it flops away, watching as it falls into a pile of carcass. The demon gleefully grins, trotting over to his so called friend, "You can't kill me, I'm unkillable! And you can't resist me too, I know, As much as you want to kill me." Waving his arms around, while extending his fingers to touch the man's nose. "Can't help that I find you irresistible." (Dante @ grimm. This ass.)
A part of Reaper wants to roll his eyes but deep down there's another tiny part that is amused by the importance the demon grants to himself. His rifle is aimed at every corner after opening the next door. Empty room.
Every time he thinks about it more, it seems to him that having survived the virus is more and more of a curse then some blessing. But Reaper had to find Sam, and Dante had proved himself useful for that. It was a partnership born out of the circumstances.
"So you keep saying, but why don't we test that theory of yours?" Reaper asks in a less threatening tone, finally letting his features give in and showing his amused curiosity. He removes the demon's bloody fingers with the tip of his weapon before putting it down. "Has anyone tried to kill you before--? Alright, dumb question, forget that, answer this. How many people have tried to kill you before? Must be a pretty long list."