Dante minded. That was a joke, dammit! He had expected Nelo to snap back, but once again, he had to be reminded that he wasn't Vergil.

But he actually did somewhat recognize that somewhat prideful tone of voice. It was far, far more subtle then Vergil's but still similar. Even if Nelo hasn't said two words to Dante before coming to the shell, he can see the subtle change. "You sound like you've managed to get a handle on things, then."

He lays out the groceries for Nelo, and then takes the piece offered to him. It actually wasn't that bad. He's not shocked; it seemed as if literally everyone but him knew how to cook. "Not bad. How the hell did you get to be so skinny if you could cook like this?"