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Dante felt almost guilty for bringing the sight to the other's attention, grimacing at the fact Rembrandt hadn't had any idea. Clearly the connection between the family and the villagers was a broken one if Amelia had to sneak around with the local man to avoid her family, but Dante wasn't going to bring trouble. He was happy to forget he had witnessed the kiss and romantic make out session if it avoided drama. He was only here for another day -or so he thought- so he'd keep his lips zipped shut and stay out of it all.
"...Ah, yeah. Show me that, that'd be great," he quickly smiled, desperate to gloss over the tense moment as he hurried behind him. "Hey, I have some stuff in my bag I can show you, yeah? I got some things from Spain and France; little tourist items, really. You can have the miniature figure of the Eiffel Tower if you want it? I've got no use for it, I just thought it was cute to be honest."
"...Ah, yeah. Show me that, that'd be great," he quickly smiled, desperate to gloss over the tense moment as he hurried behind him. "Hey, I have some stuff in my bag I can show you, yeah? I got some things from Spain and France; little tourist items, really. You can have the miniature figure of the Eiffel Tower if you want it? I've got no use for it, I just thought it was cute to be honest."