Dante smirked and leaned back in his chair with crossed legs as he saw someone else sit down, pale blue eyes looking him over and sizing him up. He looked young, but Dante had learned the hard way not to assume someone couldn't play because of age. And those eyes...there was something about them. They were the eyes of someone who had seen too much. Not that he could judge. He'd had his innocence destroyed at a much younger age.

Deciding he'd figured out as much about his new opponent as he could just from appearance, he nodded in greeting and turned his attention back to the table.

"Ever played before, kid?"